Raoul's POV

I was being rolled into the old Opera Garnier in my wheelchair by my faithful housemaid. It was an auction, everything was being sold after that fire of 1886. The auctioneer came in gaily, but this was nothing to be happy about. I was reminded of past feelings, the crude phantom whom stole Christine, all of the opera patrons, even little old Meg Giry was standing gaily.

Ah, what a sight! Everything was restored and brought back to prime condition by all of these porters. I didn't know how to react, all I thought of when I came here was Christine. Then I was brought back to attention by the auctioneer, he spoke the rest of the time.

"Lot 665, ladies and gentleman! A paper-mâché music box in the shape of a barrel organ. Attached, the figure of a figure of a monkey in Persian robes, playing the cymbals. This item, discovered in the vaults of the theater, is still in working condition."

Then the little monkey played the sad, firmiliar tune. I immediately waved my hand at thirty Francs and earned the little box. I stared at it in careful detail, examing the blood and tears on this small instrument. Then my attention was once again brought back by the auctioneer, who was ready to lift the curtain off of this chandelier that ended so many life's, including the life of my dear brother.

"... Perhaps we may frighten away the ghost of so many years ago with a little illumination, gentleman?"

The moment I dreaded, lifting the chandelier! When it happen, that was the sole light left on, everything else was blown out and before I knew it... We were all living the torment all over again.

1886 Paris...