The Great Palais Garnier Opera stood against the dark winter sky. The weather swirls the building in a haunting mist.

Within the structure. The cast is bustling about on stage practicing and preparing for an upcoming show. But there up in the rafters... is the Phantom of the Opera. The man, the ghost, the thing that demonized this place.

His leather gloves creak as he grips the railing. His ice-cold eyes bore down on the unsuspecting people below.