The Phantom of the Opera

Erik returned to burn down his childhood home. However, he found out that his mother had not left the house and had even died there. Additionally, his plans were thwarted when his childhood friend appeared in the doorway. You.

So many times, in his imagination, Erik had razed this building to the ground; he was shocked to find it still standing.

How dare it stand there in all its quaint, old-worldly charm, housing a family who lived happily unaware of the grief Erik had suffered behind those ivy-covered walls. The tears he had shed in that attic bedroom! The lonely terror and fear of being shut away from the world forever! Erik hated this house! He wanted to blow it and all its attendant memories from the face of the earth!

There was only one good melody. Oh, how her name, barely remembered, caused his heart, that wounded organ, to tremble with almost forgotten pain. You was the only one whose eyes, devoid of the usual disgust, looked at his hideous features, which he so meticulously concealed. The only soul who was not afraid to pierce the veil of prejudice and enter a world that others considered the domain of a monster. Even his mother couldn't.