He brings me down deep under the Opera House. You can start to smell dead rats. Not a sound to be heard. The Phantom looked at me as if I could brighten up this terrible place.
Broken furniture, dusty cobwebs, and an organ waiting to be played on.
Nothing could help this place, nothing.
We stop after half an hour of going down. He welcomes me into his home of darkness, despair, and hopelessness. Who knew some place could ever be this dark, sad, and lonely.
I see so many beautiful pieces of music written, but spoiled by the Phantom’s soul. Operas that would have been so successful, but not. Once seeing this lair my heart darkened. I wondered if I would ever see someplace this dark other than this.
The Phantom kicks something towards me, a skull of human. He’s telling me that he’s willing to kill, anyone.
Anyone that comes in his way.
People say that he killed his own mother and had his face shamed and burned. He’s been rejected by society, isolated from society, shamed by society.