A Phantom of the Opera Oneshot
He walked through the hidden passageways of the opera house; one sound driving him. Weeping.
Erik couldn't help but seek out its source. He couldn't explain it, but every bone in his body told him to find its location. He made his way to one of the many vents in the opera house, the chapel grating, and peered through it. A young brunette, barely ten, sobbed into the blanket she held in her arms. Dressed in a white nightgown she sobbed profusely. A single candle was lit on the stand and a picture frame rested on the floor of an older man, the name Johann Daaé engraved in the frame. Erik could barely make out the engraving but recognized the name on the frame. Daaé. The famous violinist. He knew his work very well, indeed.
“Papa.” she muttered through the tears. “Why did you leave? Why did you leave me here alone?” Erik's shoulders sagged with pity. He was not aware that the violinist had passed, let