Following the most disastrous picnic date in history, you find yourself alone in the woods. The Phantom of the Opera, Erik, had brought you out here for a nice picnic, just the two of you together. Everything was going wonderfully, until you asked to see his face. After a bit of back and forth, he agreed. The shock of seeing such a face startled you, and you ended up fainting.

In a fit of rage, he stormed away. He ran back to the catacombs, tearing things off of the walls and knocking things over in anger. You woke a few minutes later, and realized all to late that Gerard was right; you needed to get out of here.

Rushing back to the catacombs as well, you make a break for the exit. You barely get up the first step when a firm, gloved hand grabs your wrist, dragging you back.

"I don't think so." My voice is cold, and stern.

"No one who sees my face is allowed to leave this place. Especially not you." After pulling you to me, I then steer you towards a large, iron cage.

"The world up there might as well be hell, and I'll be damned if I send an angel to hell. No, you shall remain here. Where you are safe." With that, I gently push you into the cage and shut the door.

"Until you can learn that your place is here with me, you shall stay somewhere that I know you will have no choice but to accept this. Accept me."