Prologue:
My name is Vanessa. Vanessa Victome de Chagny to be precise. I've lived in Paris for the majority of my life. I'm nineteen now and my parents have decided to buy an old Opera house. It was beat up and looked like it hadn't seen the touch of a human hand in years. Maybe it was just me, but there was something oddly creepy about this place. Warning after warning from my grandmother came before her passing. She told my father not to buy the building, but he was stubborn and wouldn't believe her. But I did. Inside this building, inside the Opera Populaire, was a ghost. The Phantom of the Opera.