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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[irreprochable]

[the commotion is more than enough for the inspector to find his way into the hall way. he'd been trying, really trying to protect people. but javert couldn't be in all places at once. he wasn't an inspector with a team, he was all alone and this place wanted only one thing from them.

And here it was.]

I am reaching but I fall...

[the lyric is quiet as it escapes his mouth. he pushes past the people gathered even though he knows, he knows exactly who he is.]

Valjean.

[the man he had hunted across the years, and even if his face was different it was still undeniably the man he'd literally devoted his life to subduing. and now someone had -- someone had -- ]

And the stars are black and cold.

[he turns to glance accusatory at the others, clearing his throat]

Tell me quickly what's the story
Who saw what, and why, and where?
Let him give a full description.
Let him answer to Javert!

[but his heart isn't in it and the normal metronome-steady rhythm of his singing is a little off]

Valjean was mine to bring to justice. Who dared to keep my from my goal?