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No more nightmares. I am free.

How fortunate for you, madame.

It is. I am glad to be free of his face, and his hatred.

It is never a simple deed to accomplish, escaping hatred.

(ooc: XD)

I understand that much, sir.

Of course. Perhaps you will share the secret, mademoiselle?

On how to avoid it? I cannot say really. I left home with my child.

I'm in France, relaxing. A good quiet environment always helps.

In France? I did not believe such places still existed.

In the countryside. It's lovely. I'm originally from London, so France is incredibly quiet compared.

Yes, but even some of the villages can be as restless as the middle of Paris at times.

True, true. But it's a welcome change. I needed this resting time.

*nods* I can imagine.

I've had a trying time in my life. An escape was welcomed.

I'm Sugar, excuse my manners.

Might I ask from whom?

*bows politely, an arm behind his back* Enchanté, mademoiselle. The Opera Ghost, at your service.

From my dead unborn child. He was in my nightmares. Along with his horrible Father.

Opera Ghost? Really?

*frowns darkly* You wanted to escape your child?

Yes.

Sighs. I lost the child. I never had him.

Fascinating.

All the same.

Is it?

I guess so.

Indeed. How is one an 'Opera Ghost'?

It is as simple as the title suggests.