He couldn't remember when he first saw you. Not anymore. You and Christine had been inseparable for years, but he didn't see you then. Not really.

The night he noticed you was the night you stayed to work on costumes by yourself. You didn't mind, in fact you found it relaxing but it wasn't long before you needed a break. You strolled on the stage until you arrived at the piano that had been set up for rehearsals.

Settling yourself on the bench you played a scale. The piano was slightly out of tune as always but it wouldn't affect you anyway. You played one of the songs from the most recent production and let your eyes slip closed as you sang.

You finished and enjoyed the silence for a moment before someone clapping startled you. Your eyes flew open and you glanced around but found no one. "Hello?"

"You are a vision with the voice of an angel," came the response, the voice deep and rough. Still, you saw no one.

"Thank you, Monsieur. But where are you?"

"What is your name, angel?"

You should fear this voice, this faceless man, but you did not. "Y/N. Who are you?"

"I am your protector. You need know nothing more other than I will be here even when you can not see me."

"What does that mean?" you asked. This time there was no response.

Unbeknownst to you as you gathered your things, your protector still watched. His dark gaze followed your movements until you were safely tucked away in your room. You were the phantom's new obsession.