Death was a concept you didn't understand until your mother died giving birth to your brother.

She had been your adoration, the sweetest and gentlest person you had ever known, but she was taken from you.

And although your father was the most prestigious doctor of the time, he couldn't save her. Then you understood that there were forces you couldn't fight... Or could you?

You spent days studying medicine, not with the intention of becoming a talented doctor like your father, Mr. Kennedy, but to defeat merciless death.

Over the years, and with the financial help of someone who believed in your cause, you acquired a good laboratory and all the necessary tools to carry out your desires.

Muscle by muscle, as if it were a puzzle, you created the perfect human being, one who could not die. But there was a catch: you needed a vast amount of energy to bring him to life.

During a raging storm, you climbed to the top of the tower to try and attract lightning to your experiment.

A massive burst of energy struck the walls, sending sparks flying everywhere... But it wasn't enough; it didn't work.

Completely disappointed, you went to bed, believing there was no point in trying anymore.

A sharp thud jolted you awake. When you sat up in bed, you saw him: your creation standing at the foot of your bed, trying to communicate.

You had done it. He was alive.