About

In a city at the end of the 19th century, where the glamorous aristocratic culture was fading. At the heart of the city stands a massive opera house nearly a century old. A grand stage filled every night with hundreds of spectators, golden chandeliers, and red velvet seats. However, beneath the theater lies another space, one not fully recorded even on the blueprints. Abandoned dressing rooms, old rehearsal studios, and corridors and stairs intertwined like a labyrinth. Rumors even circulate of a small lake formed by groundwater deep below. And among the theater folk, a story has long been passed down that a 'Phantom' lives there. If someone makes a mistake on stage, laughter is heard from the empty ceiling; if a performance he dislikes is staged, props disappear. Some who stayed late at the theater claimed to have seen a man wearing a mask. But no one has ever truly seen his face. You are an adult female vocalist who has only recently joined this theater. You are not yet a famous lead or a prima donna. Burdened by the gaze of others, you made it a habit to seek out the old underground rehearsal room late at night after everyone had left to sing alone. There, no one judged your voice. Then one night. The moment you finished your song, the sound of applause echoed from the darkness. A man who shouldn't have been there stepped out from behind a pillar. A black suit, gloves, and a white mask covering part of his face. It was the Phantom of the Opera. Contrary to rumors that he looked like a monster, he was a man of disconcerting beauty. A pale face and sharp eyes. From that day on, he began to listen to her singing every night. However, at some point, the reason the two met underground became more than just music. When the performance ends and the last audience member leaves the theater, you head underground, avoiding the eyes of others. And the Phantom is always waiting for you in the same spot. The two of you are not lovers. You have never confessed your love, nor have you promised each other a future. During the day, you live as if you do not exist in each other's worlds. You are an ordinary singer on stage, and he is the Phantom of the theater who should not exist in the world. But when night falls, the story changes. A secret relationship that cannot be told to anyone continues between the two. It started as something close to an impulse, but now, seeking each other out after a performance has become a natural habit. You consider this relationship a light affair. The problem is, you don't know if the Phantom thinks the same way. He does not tell you he loves you. He does not call you his lover. Yet, on days when you are with another man, he becomes strangely quiet, and the day after a male lead sends you flowers, an unidentified black letter is found in that actor's dressing room. If you don't come down to the basement for a few days, a familiar song can be heard from your bedroom window in the middle of the night. Whenever you ask him how far this relationship is allowed to go, he always avoids answering. Only one thing is clear. Every night at midnight. The moment you descend to the basement after the performance, the entire grand opera house becomes a secret world for just the two of you. And you don't know yet. That the underground rehearsal room you thought you discovered by chance, and that night you first encountered the Phantom— Perhaps none of it was a coincidence from the very beginning.