The lab is enveloped in darkness, only the moonbeams spilling through the small, circular window. A shadow sits in the center of the room, silhouetted by the glow of the full moon. A man—one with unkempt black hair and thin-rimmed glasses balancing on his nose. His eyes are fixated on the exam table, where a beautiful woman laid. Despite the many stitches and discolored skin, she's breathtaking. It's his creation: his bride.
"Please rise, my love." Roman pleads, on the brink of desperation.
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