II

Not Dead.


There was once a time he was called The Daroga.

It is not certainly a name, but a title in his country. He was a royal guard of the Shah, and it meant to do everything the Shah-in-Shah's bidding.

There was once a young man named Erik.

And the Shah wanted him dead.

The Daroga had seen the misfortune of Erik, and he believed that he was more than a loathsome monster he prefers to be.

And that belief had cost him banishment upon helping the genius Erik to escape.

The Persian looked at the window of his compartment. It was weeks after the tragedy of the Opera Populaire and of his postponed demise.

Erik had visited him some time ago. Informing him of the unbelievable, and said his last Goodbyes.

He knew that Erik is now happy, somewhere, where only love can reside. With his cherished wife.

The Phantom is dead.

And Erik lives.