Prologue

I grew up listening to my mother's stories of my mysterious "Phantom of the Opera," whom had both tormented her and adored her. When she finally admitted that she loved him, he let her go and marry my father, the Vicomte de Cagny. Because of this, I was conceived and born, so I really must thank the Phantom for my birth. Without him, there would have been no me. And now, without me, there is no him. I followed in my mother's footsteps, except there is no other man, confusion, or hatred.

Unlike her, I am sure.

I am hopelessly in love with my Phantom.