Allegra stood up quickly. "Who's there?"

When no one replied she waved her flashlight around, clutching her violin in the other hand. It didn't seem like anyone was in the cavern, but she could have sworn it sounded nearby.

"I know you're there," she called out. "Speak again."

After a moment, he responded. "You don't remember me? How dare you play dumb while I have stayed down here for years! I still wear the gold ring of our love."

"Look," Allegra whispered in fear. "I don't know you, but Christine is the name of my mother, not me."

"... And who is your father?"

"Raoul de Chagny."

"Ah.. I see.. Of course." His voice sounded so racked with grief that Allegra couldn't help but feel sorry for him.

"My name is Allegra .. Can you tell me yours?"

"No! Just leave me alone!"

"Why?" Allegra cried out, confused.

"You represent nothing but pain."

"What? But I need to ask about-"

"LEAVE!" A force shoved Allegra backwards, who scrambled to her violin case in a panic. Grabbing it, she ran off in the direction she entered, the screams of anger and disparity grower softer as she ran.

After some time she found her way back to the stage. Everyone had left already, and the stage glistened in the moonlight. Allegra sat down, breathing hard from all the running.

As she put her violin away, she started to really process what had happened. She finally found a clue about her parents' past, and could have been killed by him.

She had to go back and learn what he knew. Something didn't seem right, and it frustrated her to the core. Sleuthing would have to wait though, if she didn't get back to her friend's house soon they would begin to worry about her.


He listened to the sound of her shoes clattering against the stone road. Staying just behind enough to not become noticeable, he followed her down the lightly lit street.

About ten minutes of following Allegra brought him to the house where she was staying. Interesting little cottage. She should have been more careful about walking around this late, especially when others are looking for her.

It wasn't time quite yet, but at least he knew where she was staying. That would be enough for now.

(Hi guys, thank you so much for reading, commenting, and following my story after only a day. I decided to feature the story in more modern times so it would be more fun to write without being constantly paranoid about the time period. Since I'm on a small break I'll try to write often; I'm actually really excited about my plans with this story.)