Ramin Karimloo As The Phantom Novels & Stories

I bit my lip hard enough to taste blood. The door creaked, and Phantom strolled in with his trademark calm, though tonight he wasn’t wearing his pristine white suit. Instead, black clung to his frame, sharp as a blade. His smile was venomous. “Well, well,” Phantom drawled, circling Damon like a predator. “How the mighty have fallen. You’re not looking so sharp, Damon.” Damon lifted his head, spitting blood onto the floor. “Go to hell.” Phantom chuckled. “Oh, we’re already there.” His voice dropped, sharp with menace. “Where’s the flash drive?”

Understanding that most of the spirit world was going to look like this, the duo decided to make haste and began walking toward the city’s entrance… However, upon reaching the city’s gates, their entry was promptly blocked by a pale-faced man donning a long black robe. Staring at the two with his blue eyes, the black-robed man declared, “Neither of you belong here. Leave!” “Before that… Who exactly are you…?” asked Gerald. “I go by Phanto, and I’m the phantom officer of this place!” introduced Phanto, much to the surprise of Gerald and Rey. To think that phantom officers existed in the first place! It was almost like they were in some television drama or something!