The Phantom of the Opera lifted his hand, and the long sword was about to fall when he heard Christine shout from behind, "Phantom, don't kill him!"
"Christine, are you pleading for him?" The Phantom turned around, his eyes flickering with bloodthirsty intent.
But soon, seeing Christine's pleading face, that murderous intent melted away like snow.
He lowered his sword and turned to embrace Christine.
"Let us leave and start a new life in a place where no one can find us."
"Yes."
"Wait!" Raoul got up from the ground and looked at the two, "Christine, are you really going with him? Have you truly fallen in love with him, this monster?"
"Yes," Christine nodded.
Raoul stepped back half a step, his face showing pain.
"Why must fate do this to me, Christine!"
"I'm sorry, Raoul... I cannot reciprocate your feelings."
Christine felt sad for her childhood friend but slowly leaned into the Phantom's embrace, tenderly looking at him, "Because I am already his."
