Erik

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 A young connoisseur of the fine arts, he often visited plays held at the town Operahouse. The family he was born to was quite lavish, and could afford balcony seating for the family of four. Occasionally the boy would slip out and move backstage to the frenzy that would happen behind the scenes, stagehands turning levers, ropes, and chains to drop down stage props, ballet dancers in the powder room readying themselves and taking deep breaths before moving onto stage in formation, opera singers seen up closer as they belt out exhilarating melodies. Unknown whether he fell down by accident or was thrown down by a stagehand, he died crushed between chains just above the stage in a mess of props and curtains.

His name was Erik, not dissimilar to a certain Phantom from one of his favorite plays.

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