An unrequited love. A shattered chandelier. A mask. Love is complicated. Like Life itself, Love can be very simple, and at the same time, very difficult. It brings pleasure and happiness. It also brings pain and misery. Looks are deceiving. It lies and cheats. And when you are too...beautiful, you become vain and possibly mad. Conceited, egotistical, self-absorbed, and self-seeking. Even if you aren't, you would just bring it upon yourself. People would start abusing, bruise and use you. Not only that, abandonment and loathing would come after. For 19 years, and maybe even more, The Siren has suffered. Now, she lives alone in the depths of the Opera Populaire. Hiding from the outside world. Her only recognition lies throughout the opera walls. By letter or by her own voice. If you were lucky, she would appear, but only for...'reasonable' reasons. "Never would you see her without her mask", says those whom works under the same roof. Erik Destler would change it all.