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The grate covering lifted under Jack's hands, seeming to move in almost slow motion as it raised from its resting spot, covering the dank pit beneath. He pushed it to the side and bent his head down to the opening to inspect. At once, his ears filled with a soft, somewhat hypnotizing sound. It was a sound his ears had never perceived in all his years. Lowering his head further, the sound became clearer. Whatever it was, it both enchanted and frightened him.
His fingers moving along the solid keys, churning out one of his newest melodies that he was trying to write, the masked man sat in front of his pipe organ. Next to him lay a piece of paper with a pen, which he used methodically as he came up with new pieces of his composition. The organ vibrated under his hands as it bellowed the tune which he placed into its keys. His eyes closed, for when he played his pieces it ensnared all of his senses, captivating his essence into a focus solely meant for his music. Opening his eyes for the first time in several minutes, he was met with an imperfection in his environment that had not occurred previously-- until now. A strange sliver of light cast itself, streaming through the grate which covered the only exit available in his environment. Light was not good. Light was not welcome. He raised from the organ bench and strode to the grate to see what the problem could be. He winced as his eyes regarded the bright luminescence and a hiss came to his lips. He placed a foot on the first rung of the ladder which led to the covering grate and climbed a length upwards. As he moved higher and the light became brighter, he stopped on the ladder and raised a hand up to shield his eyes. As his eyes refocused, a snarl came to his face when he saw an even worse imperfection than he had thought he had been countered against.
Jack heard the noise cease and a feeling of worry came to the pit of his stomach. He tried to pull away from the opening, but it was as though he were glued in the spot. He had been entranced by the slow, sweet sound which he had heard and longed to hear it once more. His body would not move, in fear that if the noise were to start up once again, he would miss it. In several seconds, however, all thoughts of that wonderful, strange noise were completely scattered from his mind. Two eyes. Two burning, red eyes full of loathing and hatred appeared in the darkness. The eyes stared up at Jack with an undescribable fury and at that moment Jack knew that his days of pillaging and plundering were over. His brain sent out signals to his body to move, to leave as quickly as he could because if he did there could still be a chance. But his body was not cooperating. It was frozen. His breath caught in his chest, and finally his fingers started to move, looking to raise his body away from the opening, but his fingers were frightened and stupid and moved around clumsily. They slipped away from the edge of the opening and his balance was lost. Jack let out a gasp as he tumbled through the opening and fell down, deep into the pits of the darkness which was...
The Phantom's lair.