Trowa took the first corridor they came across. Something about this opera house didn't settle
right with him. He had done some research before meeting up with the others on their previous
mission. The opera house had a history of being haunted, yet nothing more than taunts and random
acts to provoke fear ever happened. That is, until Christine Daae sang for the Phantom.
It seems that the phantom took a liking to her, came to her in her dreams and gave her singing
lessons. Then she became a star and he kidnapped her. When she was returned none of his
instructions were followed and all hell broke loose. The phantom killed at least two people and
dropped a chandelier at Christine's feet during a performance. The phantom's rage became greater
when he found out Christine was going to marry her old playmate, and he kidnapped her once again
after murdering and taking the place of the lead male.
A chase ensued to get her back, but only Raoul swam the underground lake to get her back.
Neither Christine nor Raoul divulged any information on what happened in his underground lair,
but they did admit that the Phantom was a human, and was named Erik. The only thing the mobs
found was his mask. Needless to say Christine quit opera and moved with Raoul far from Paris.
Christine's room was never used again; there were several attempts but they were met with harsh
resistance. Erik truly had become a phantom, constantly searching for his beloved Christine.
Eventually Erik managed to scare everybody from ever stepping foot into his opera house again.
That is, until they were sent to use this as an operations base to spy on Oz.
Trowa had been wrapped up in his musings he didn't look where he was. Realizing this his stopped
to look around and found himself in front of an ornately carved door. 'Let's see what we have
behind door number one,' Trowa mused. The door was unlocked and swung open effortlessly, no
sound was made from ancient hinges. 'Odd. No one has been in this building for centuries, yet
there is no signs of neglect in this door.'
Trowa clicked on his flashlight and entered the room. There was a large four poster feather bed
pressed into the middle of one side, flanked by a large bureau to the left and a small
night-stand to the right. Across from it was a mirrored make-up table, the glass was cracked
and there was books and paper strewn sloppily about.
Curiosity got the better of him and he settled in the seat in front of the make-up table and
picked up one of the letters on top. He skimmed the letter and noted that it was to Christine
Daae from Raoul de Chagny. Sentimental fluff from when they were courting, and most of the
letters littering the table were. Then he got to an age-worn photograph, it had been placed
face down with brown ink scrawling out two names. Christine and Raoul. Slowly he turned it
around to look at the face which captivated Erik into obsession. His visible eye widened and he
dropped the photograph stammering "That's . . . that's . . ."
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Duo's flashlight rested on a picture frame holding an aged photo. He gasped in surprise when he
looked closely at the two figures immortalized in it. He pulled out his wallet and a picture and
compared the two. In Duo's hand was one of his favorite pictures, he was draped over Quatre's
shoulder and they were both laughing. The picture in the frame was of two young women in the
same position, with his and Quatre's face. The only difference was the hairstyles, and clothing;
besides the obvious gender change.
He didn't have much time before he felt another presence in the room. He turned around,
flashlight circling the room, finding nothing. He looked back at the photo and instead found a
figure with a large black cloak and a half mask. Duo was unable to move, like he was in trance,
as the cape captured him and pulled him close to his captor. Smoke started to swirl around him
and everything went black. He barely heard Quatre yell his name as he passed out.
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