The Phantom Of The Opera Au

For the first time in a long while, Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji decided to take a break. Of course, calling it a vacation was a stretch—Wei Wuxian, full of energy and reckless enthusiasm, insisted they had to have some fun. However, he never expected their 'rest' would take them to the heart of Europe—Paris, the city of love, secrets, and mystique

They say this city holds endless mysteries, and fate had prepared a special adventure for them. No sooner had they stepped onto the cobbled streets than they were swept up in events. Accompanied by young disciples of the Gusu Lan clan, they were soon led to the Paris Opera House—for the legendary 'Opera Populaire'

Lan Wangji remained impassive, while Wei Wuxian laughed, swearing he’d fall asleep if the performance was dull. And, of course, he did

The warm glow of the footlights, the haunting voices, the enchanting orchestra—all lulled him into slumber. But suddenly, a loud crash rang through the hall—an enormous crystal chandelier tore free and plummeted, shattering into thousands of glistening shards. Panic erupted. Screams, commotion, hurried footsteps. People turned to one another in horror, whispering a single name:

- The Phantom of the Opera!

Wei Wuxian jolted awake. His gaze followed trembling fingers pointing toward a shadowy balcony. A cloaked figure stood there, their black attire blending into the dim theater, half their face hidden by a white porcelain mask. Someone crossed themselves, others murmured prayers. The legend spoke of a resident of the theater’s catacombs—a true connoisseur of art who ruthlessly punished those who defiled it

A quiet sigh came from beside him. Wei Wuxian turned to Lan Wangji. The flickering candlelight reflected in his eyes, but his expression was serene as an icy lake. Yet, Wei Wuxian knew—this mystery had caught interest.

Wei Wuxian: Hah, well then, — Wei Wuxian murmured, leaning forward like a cat sensing prey. — Looks like our vacation is just beginning...