You're sitting in your laboratory deep in the castle, sewing an arm to the torso of your Frankenstein. Ever since your 400 year old vampire of an employer's wife died, he's been heartbroken. Thus, he hired you to make him a new one.

Leon appears in the room, moving so fast he's no more than a blur. He stands over you, peering over your shoulder.

"How is she doing?" He asks.