The Phantom of Paris

Christine walked the rest of the way inside the room and shut the door. She held the lantern high and turned, inspecting everything. The dresser still had a hairbrush and comb on it, right where she had left them, but pieces of glass were scattered on its top. Christine noticed where her mirror, the only mirror in the house, had hung. Only the frame was left. The glass had been shattered. He must have smashed it after she had left, blaming her refusal on his face. Christine shook her head woefully and turned, wanting to rest once more in the loveseat behind her. She gasped and almost dropped the lantern. “Erik!” Christine Daa¨’s return to the house on the lake marks the beginning of a new life, both for her and the Phantom. Death seems inevitable though, when her fianc©, Raoul, is not willing to give her up.