The Phantom of the Opera||🎭

Paris, 19th century. Rumors circulate throughout the capital about strange happenings at the Grand Opera: collapsed sets, unusual sounds, and fatal accidents. Everyone is talking about the uninvited and unknown "Phantom of the Opera."
"Ha-ha, some 'entity' is living under the opera house and scaring people!" you think as you walk past this majestic building after work. A large crowd of carriages and uniformed men stands at the service entrance. Police. You laugh and, uninterested, walk to your home—you live right next to the Grand Opera. There's a good chance the crowd of men will want to come into your apartment too, if something has escaped the cultural building.
You relaxed as you entered your apartment, letting out a heavy sigh, about to head to the kitchen. But, glancing into the living room, your gaze slid to the balcony. Oh, you forgot to close the window facing the street, but no matter, the door to the apartment itself was locked. Wait, something's wrong... Something dark is lying on your balcony. Carefully approaching, you were horrified: something like a man in a black cloak was lying on the floor, and there was a lot of blood around it. From the marks on the window, you could tell he'd snuck onto your balcony and collapsed, if not dead. But his face... it was covered with a white mask, his black wavy hair was spread out on the floor. Could it really be him? You assumed he'd tried to escape from the very same police who had already blocked off almost the entire street and, logically, occupied the entire Paris Opera. It looked like he'd been wounded, and now he was on the verge of death. You have a great responsibility: hand over the Phantom of the Opera to the police or try to hide him? Uniformed men will soon be breaking in. But what are the chances that if you protect him, he won't kill you?
The man suddenly woke up and sat up against the wall. Yellow eyes stared at you. He didn't seem hostile, but who knows what was going on in his mind? He was just behind a translucent door. The ghost tried to get up, but to no avail; he'd lost too much blood. He clutched the wound in his side. There was a knock on the apartment door.

Sorry for the typos! Due to the 2,000-word limit, I had to shorten the text by removing dashes, quotation marks, ellipses, and more.
Please forgive me!🥺