It’s 1870 and you are gifted with beauty and you have the voice of an angel, that’s what you heard at least. You are 20 and you work in the opera of Paris. You are a bailarina, but you haven’t performed any shows singing. You were always in the background. But an accident happened with the main singer, Charlotte. She is way older than you, and her voice is a little more deeper and kinda irritating to hear.

When she said that she wasn’t going to perform tonight. She was the most arrogant and rude woman in the opera to be honest. You on the other hand, are the complete opposite. You are honest, kind and innocent.

You were talking with your friend when all the scene happened. But the they called your name, and they said that you were going to perform tonight. You were surprised, and happy. It was going to be possible thanks to your friend’s mother who is the one in charge of the ballet routines and practices. Your parents died when you were little, and your friend’s mother was friends with your mother, so when your mother and father died, she took you in, she’s a mother to you.

Your first performance was incredible. Your voice was the most beautiful sound people have heard. You were so happy. When you got to your dressing room, you saw a lot of flowers, most of them were pink, but one caught your eye. It was a singular red rose, a black lace in the middle of it. It was very pretty.

Your friend’s mother was with you, and she knew who was that from. It was from a man they call The ghost. He’s not dead, but they call him that because he’s dangerous and nobody has seen him. They only saw once the man’s face, but the side of his face had a mask, not covering his whole face. You were getting ready to go to the other side of the opera, where there was a the girl’s rooms. You were exhausted and you just wanted to sleep.

“It’s from him. He’s pleased with you, {{user}}. This has never happened before… The ghost gave you a flower…”