1st victim

[stagemanagers]

[The performers have been in the opera house for nearly two weeks now. Overall, despite the captivity, the experience has been a mellow one even with the introduction of the motive. Peaceful almost.

It's 7 am Friday morning. As everyone starts to putter out of their dressing rooms and begin the day, something feels different. A certain heaviness in the air, a sense of dread...oh, and then there's the metallic smell of blood coming from the hallway.

Investigate?]

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[dechagny]

[Oh no - oh no, enough women have already seen this, pull yourself together Raoul -]

Madame Hamilton, you...you do not want to see this, it is...

[bestof]

[oh no, oh no]

Monsieur De Chagny, what happened? Is someone hurt? [Please tell her someone just hurt themselves making breakfast.]

[dechagny]

[Oh no oh no he has to tell her oh no]

...I...am afraid that someone...Monsieur Valjean is...

[He breathes, because he needs to breathe. Oh God, he needs to breathe.]

We have lost Monsieur Valjean.

[bestof]

[The color immediately drains from Eliza's face. No no no no no, this can't be true. She's just seen him last night, implored him to dance with her, prayed with him just a few days ago. She tries to peer around Raoul, catching sight of the blood on the floor and a head of white hair.

Her hand barely makes it to her mouth before she lets out a half-sobbed scream before collapsing against Raoul's chest in a faint.]

[dechagny]

[OH JESUS okay alright he's got you Eliza, you're okay. He's just gonna...go put you back in your room...on the bed...cover you with your blanket in case you get cold...close the door...yeah okay. Yeah. He couldn't just leave her in the hallway anyway, that's terrible. Oh God everything is horrible.]