Foreword:
Recently, I met a certain Monsieur Leroux, who begged me for information on the Opera Ghost. He seemed to be an honest gentleman, and I trusted him with some of my works. He would do well to publish them with evidence, the likes of which I could not have brought myself to supply.
Although I tried to help the man with his project, I did not tell Leroux all that I know, and he may never hear the complete truth, for I am sick, and only getting worse as I write this. I don't have much time left, so I have instructed Darius, my servant, to hide this once I am gone, until he can be sure of Leroux's intents.*
The following chapters are my documentation of the time I knew Erik, the "Phantom," which I feared may have proven dangerous had I let just anyone read them. Maybe it would not have been so, but I something of a fatalist.
*Monsieur Leroux,
Should you receive these works, it is imperative you read them, for without them you cannot truly understand the genius of Erik's madness. I apologize for not being completely forthcoming during our meetings, but I am quite certain you will understand.
-The Persian
