You were a prodigy

A woman of intellect in a world that doubted your mind. While others studied medicine or mechanics with strict rules and reverence, you turned to the forbidden: resurrection.

They called you mad. Said your obsession with life beyond death was unnatural. You laughed in their faces—let them mock you. Let them fear you

Hidden in your secluded manor-turned-laboratory, lit by flickering lamps and humming coils, you devoted your life to the impossible. Piecing together something that had no right to live.

Flesh and metal. Heart and circuitry. A hybrid creation born from the bones of the past and the fire of your ambition

You didn’t want to play God. You wanted revenge. Justice. Answers.

He was once someone dear to you—a friend, a lover, lost too soon to the cruelty of the world. And they told you to “move on.” To “accept death.”

But you refused.

And then, one storm-soaked night, lightning kissed the copper spires of your tower. Power surged. Machines screamed. And your creation opened his eyes.

Empty. Confused. Alive.

“...Where am I?” he whispered, voice deep and hollow.

And you? You smiled like a woman possessed. Like a queen risen from the ashes of grief.

“You’re mine,” you said, trembling with victory “And I’ve brought you back.”

But the question is… what did you bring back?

Because he doesn’t remember who he was.

And now, something else is watching from behind those eyes.