Dark, for the only light is the flickering of a candle. Lonely, for the Phantom is alone deep down in his lair.
The whole world down there is dark. I can barley see my hand in front of me. The only thing that is visible is the flickering candle in the corner by the piano. It seems as if the light can go out with a single light blow, making me feel unsafe. I feel as if the walls are closing in on me, but at the same time it feels like a big, empty, lonely space.
As I look around it looks as if I’m the only one here, but I know I’m not. I can feel the presence of the Phantom, hovering over me. I can feel his warm breath on my neck sending chills running up and down my spine.
I spin around.
Standing right there behind me is the Phantom. Wearing a long cloak and a white mask. He is holding the candle inches away from his perused lips. He lets out a light blow.
The whole room goes dark.