They arrived at the theater later that night after a day of shopping, visiting landmarks, and laughing. Alison was glad to have experienced more of the city with Adele, as she learned more about the girl.

Adele was one of five other girls, and she had grown up in rural France. Her father was a farmer, her mother a seamstress, and her sisters all had different talents. Adele happened to love painting, and applied for a job at the theater. They hired her after seeing some of her work.

Alison took Adele about America as well - specifically, the landmark cities. She didn't mind talking about the cities, but the more she did, the more she longed to see them again. Homesickness was not a good friend to her.

As she was unpacking bags, Alison opened the wardrobe and suddenly remembered that the hatch was still there. She had tried to avoid use of the wardrobe since its discovery, but it had somehow slipped from her mind during the fun she had that day. She set down her new clothes, looked over the hatch, and sighed.

She was hesitant about her next actions, but decided that exploring the hatch would ease her mind. She pulled the hatch and lifted the screen, looking into the dark tunnel. Once again, she hesitated.

The hatch was large enough to fit through, she knew, and it had obviously been used for that purpose before. It was only a matter of how she would find her way out if she got lost in the catacombs beneath the theater.

She stood and walked to the vanity. Alison looked over her makeup products before her eyes landed on a tube of bright coral lipstick. She smiled and pocketed it.

The hatch was still open, and she held her phone in her hand with the flashlight on as she crawled through the small hatch. Her feet hit the stone ground and she allowed herself to drop the rest of the way.

Alison turned from the hatch and looked around at the tunnel. It was dark, dirty, and smelled like dirt. It didn't faze her enough to force her out of the hatch, and neither were the nerves building in the pit of her stomach. With the flashlight still on and the tube of lipstick now in her free hand, she took a few steps forward to look at the walls.

They had spaces for candles, but the candles had long ago burnt out and the metal of the candelabras had rusted. Adele had been correct - no one had been down there for years.

She stopped 100 feet from the hatch to bend down and leave a bold coral-colored stain on the stone. Once there was a simple line there, she moved on further down the tunnel.

It was quiet in the tunnel, save for the few squeaks of rats or the scurry of their feet. They didn't bother her, though, and she didn't bother them. She noticed a turn-off a few hundred feet down the tunnel and debated about which way to go - straight ahead, left, or right.

She made another mark pointing to the tunnel she was at before turning left, down a similar hall. The only difference was that it looked as if it had been more recently used, with candles still in mid-use and another recently put out. She felt pricks of fear up her neck as she realized someone had been there just minutes before.

She turned around to leave the hallway with fear coursing through her veins, light shining down on the stones of the tunnels. She reached the four-way of the tunnels, searching desperately for the marks, before she realized with horror that they were gone.

Panic ensued next as, no matter how much she squinted or shone the light, she couldn't see down the halls. It was as if someone had followed her, erased the marks, and plucked at her brain for the memory of all sense of direction.

"Shit," she said between loud gasps of air. "Shit, shit, shit!"

The rats now frightened her as they scurried past, and she stayed along one wall. Alison had no idea what to do, and all logical thought had left her mind long ago.

I'll just go this way, and pray for the best. Pray I don't die. She gulped, and began to walk in a random direction. Her hand held onto her phone tightly and her feet felt like collapsing under her. This was such a bad idea. I can't believe I came down here in the first place.

She flinched as she heard a rat pass a few inches from her feet.

Definitely don't like rats. She turned down another tunnel and noticed it, too, had candles still in use. Oh no . . .

She passed quickly through the tunnel in the darkness, careful to listen for any foreign noises. There was hardly any noise at all. There were the rats, of course. The insects that chose to live underground. And there was -

. . . Rushing water? Her head perked up as she heard the familiar sound. She walked towards the sound at first, and then began to run. Within minutes she had reached a clearing that held several other tunnels around her, and a river of water that passed straight through the area. Alison wasn't pleased to be so far from the hatch, but was happy to see water. That has to mean I'm close.

She followed the flow of the river, which was moving rather slowly. There were candles lighting the area next to the river every so often, leaving Alison both intrigued and scared. Irregardless, she continued on.

She walked for what felt like hours before reaching another clearing of tunnels surrounded by the same rivers. She furrowed her eyebrows and felt like screaming, wondering if she had somehow gone in circles.

Alison sat down on the ground outside one of the tunnels with a huff, looking over the river as it slowly moved. She rubbed her face with one hand, checked the time on her phone with the other, and then tried to find a solution of getting out of the catacombs.

Erik, of course, knew them like the back of his hand. He had been through them several times and watching this foolish young girl was amusing to him. He had first known she was inside the labyrinth of tunnels when he went to the hatch in the wardrobe and saw that it was already open. When he had looked into her room, it was empty and her things hadn't been unpacked.

He found her quickly, thanks to her lipstick marks along the ground. He disposed of them as soon as he spotted them after deciding it would be fun to play a little game with her.

He didn't care for her, and decided that by messing with her, she would finally fear him and never pursue him again. Her annoying personality, her annoying presence . . . no longer.

He managed to trick her into losing sense of direction by distracting her with lit candles, and then erasing the last of her marks. Her fear had made him stifle several laughs. He followed her as she only got herself lost further and further away, and he wished to see her give up at once so he would win the game and take her back.

But, even after two hours, and even after she sat at the river's edge, Erik knew that she was capable of more than he gave credit for. He could see in her eyes that she was a fighter and there was little to no chance that she would stop until she was physically unable. It annoyed him further, but he couldn't help admitting it was rather impressive. She stood up once again with the same fighting glint in her eye, and Erik continued to follow her through the catacombs silently.

He was careful not to make any noise as he walked, and so far, she hadn't noticed. They walked for another few minutes before Erik began to recognize the changing masonry, the sculptures along the walls. By the time he realized it was a place he had set a trap for Raoul all those years ago, it was too late.

Alison screamed as her foot hit a faulty tile, and she went crashing through the tiles of the ground. She disappeared before his eyes with a loud scream, followed by a thud! Before it was silent.