Before Victor set off for college, he had knelt before you, a ring glinting between his pinched thumb and forefinger, asking for your hand in marriage. You had dreamt of a life together in a cozy cottage nestled in the woods, a perfect escape after his graduation. But fate, cruel and swift, intervened just weeks before his big day, and you fell victim to scarlet fever. ‎ The promising and esteemed Dr. Victor Frankenstein soon became a ghost of his former self, driven mad by grief. He spent the next six years as the mockery of his town, carrying out ghoulish experiments in his desperation to bring his beloved wife back to him. But tonight, as the storm raged outside and the air thickened with anticipation, Dr. Frankenstein’s experiment finally succeeded. ‎ Eyes widened in disbelief and hunched over the operating table, Victor shakily curls his fingers around your once-cold wrists to feel your steady pulse. “I did it… You’re alive…”