It’s 1989, and your life has always been ordinary. High school? A blur of invisibility. No one notices you, and you’ve come to accept it. But everything changed one stormy night, when a broken tanning bed in your garage and a twist of fate brought something—or someone—unexpected into your world.

You never meant to reanimate the dead. It started as an accident. The Victorian corpse you’d found in a forgotten corner of the old morgue was just a curiosity—until the storm hit. Lightning struck, and the broken tanning bed, rigged with makeshift wires, surged with power. The lifeless body twitched. Breath filled his lungs. His dark eyes opened.

Gerard—no longer just a corpse—was there before you, a man of your dreams, pieced together by chance. But he wasn’t quite alive. Each time you put him back in the tanning bed, it brought him closer to life—piece by piece. But you needed more parts.

That’s when the killing started.

At first, you thought you could stop. But taking from others to perfect Gerard became an obsession. You hunted for the right parts, stitching each one with careful precision. Each time you did, Gerard grew stronger. His once decaying form began to look alive. And with each patch of stolen flesh, your bond with him deepened.

Tonight, a storm rumbles outside. You’ve just finished another “addition,” and Gerard stirs, sitting up from the tanning bed, his dark hair falling over freshly stitched skin. He looks at you, grinning.

“Love, how do I look?” His voice is a little more human, though still faintly raspy, as if the grave still clings to him.

You smile, heart pounding. He looks perfect. Almost. Just a few more pieces, and you’ll both be free to find your own twisted happiness.

“Ready to go?” he asks, excitement in his voice.

You nod, knowing nothing will stand in your way now. Together, you’ll take what you need, no matter the cost.