Disclaimer: This sequel to "Phantom of the Opera" takes place in the 21st century. Therefore, I am using none of the characters from the book. I am, however, using the same names and I use a few references back to the book/movie. I own none of the ideas to "Phantom of the Opera" but I do own the new characters (I don't know the names of all of them yet).
Prologue:
It was a rather chilly fall day in the city of New York. I had slipped into a nearby café for a quick lunch and some time alone to work on my stories and poems. My deepest dreams had always been to become a famous writer. To be adored by millions of fans, both young and old, all throughout the world. But here I sit, lonely in this blissful city, typing on my lap top in a smoky coffee bar. Coffee isn't a drink my pallet desires, so I got a steaming cup of cinnamon cider. Since my appetite had been missing as of late, the drink was good enough to keep me going.
As I typed on my computer, fathoming some new ideas for my work, a strange feeling of being watched struck me. Without thinking I searched my surroundings. A young couple were sipping tea and giggling with one another. At the far end a group of smoking men watched a football game on the crackling television set. The only other person present was a slim business man talking to the chubby owner of the café about how his life had been; they must have been old friends. No one was looking at me though, I don't even know if any of them knew that I was even here.
I decided to return to my typing only to get the same lingering feeling again. This time I chose to pay no attention to it and continue on my writing, I didn't have long until I would have to go back to my humble job of working in a cubicle.
After I had finished my delicious drink, I put my lap top back into its bag and stood up. As I walked to the door my eyes were drawn to a dusty picture of a naked lady on the wall. Upon further inspection I realized the eyes sockets had been cut out, making it easy for a person to spy on the people within the coffee shop. Thinking it was some perverted bar worker; I shook my head and walked out of the café.
I didn't know it then, but I had just been spotted by the eyes of a phantom…