Phantom's Performance

Chapter 29

Y/n's Pov

A soft knock at the door pulled me from sleep, the sound persistent yet gentle enough not to startle me. I blinked, rubbing the sleep from my eyes as I sat up, the early morning light filtering through the curtains. It took me a moment to fully wake up, my mind still hazy from whatever dreams had been clinging to me.

I glanced at the clock on the nightstand. It was still early, too early for most of the hotel's residents to be up and about. But someone clearly needed my attention. I slid out of bed, smoothing out my hair and straightening my clothes as best as I could. Whatever it was, it could wait another moment. I wasn't about to greet someone looking like I'd just rolled out of bed.

When I finally made my way to the door, I hesitated for a moment before opening it. The hallway was empty, not a soul in sight, but something caught my eye—just at the threshold, there was a letter, neatly folded and sealed with a wax stamp. Curious, I bent down and picked it up, turning it over in my hands.

The seal was a familiar one—a radio microphone entwined with a devil's tail. My heart skipped a beat as I recognized it immediately. Alastor.

I carefully broke the seal and unfolded the letter, revealing the elegant, looping script that could only belong to him. My eyes scanned the words, and I realized it wasn't just any letter. It was a poem.

To my dearest Y/n, so fierce and fair,
A morning's gift, a secret dare.
With each word, a step to take,
To find the heart that dares to quake.

First, seek the one with golden hair,
Your sister, sweet, beyond compare.
In her hands, the next clue lies,
Follow the trail, no need for disguise.

With love, Alastor.

A small smile tugged at the corners of my lips as I read the poem. Alastor was nothing if not theatrical, and this was no exception. It was charming, though, and I couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement as I wondered what he had planned.

Tucking the letter into my pocket, I stepped out into the hallway and made my way towards Charlie's room. If Alastor's poem was to be believed—and I had no reason to doubt him—she was my first stop on whatever journey he had set up for me.

When I reached Charlie's door, I gave a gentle knock, and after a moment, it swung open to reveal my sister, her golden hair still tousled from sleep.

"Morning, Y/n," she greeted me with a smile, though her eyes were curious. "What brings you here so early?"

I held up the letter, showing her the familiar seal. "I believe you have something for me?"

Charlie's eyes lit up with understanding, and she disappeared back into her room for a moment before returning with another letter in hand. "I do indeed," she said, handing it to me. "Looks like Alastor's up to something."

I took the letter, noting the same elegant handwriting on the front. "Thank you, Charlie."

"Good luck," she called after me as I turned to leave, already tearing open the envelope.

To Y/n, bold and bright,

The next step is hidden in plain sight.

Seek out the one with passion's flame,

Her love for you is quite the same.

She holds a ticket to your next delight,

Keep moving forward, day or night.

With love, Alastor.

Vaggie. The one that caused my sister her happiness. I have known him for years so our bond was a bit different than the rest.