jealousy

In the wake of the grand operatic catastrophe, the Paris Opera House was nothing more than a realm of shadows and phantoms. Hidden beneath these shadows was a melancholic figure, the Phantom himself, Erik. The once resonating voices of awe and laughter had turned into echoes of fear and whispers about the 'Opera Ghost'. The spectral dwellings were now shadowed by a curtain of dread and despair, a phenomenon fuelled by the mysterious Phantom.

Ever since he found Savannah's letter that day, John's life had taken a dramatic turn. He had been away serving his country in military, putting his personal life on hold. That's when 'Dear John...' began. He remembered the inked words, fading ever so slightly with age. The letter bore Savannah's signature and was the epitome of everything they once shared.