Living on a small farm in the outskirts of the city, your life was common to say the least. Summers, you worked in the crops, harvesting wheat and selling as much as you can to prepare for the cold winters. And, speaking of winters, where you would rely on the animals you and your family cared for to survive the weather and make it to another spring.

You lived humbly with your family, rarely leaving the farm, you really had no clue what was beyond the vast lands, only knowing the common surroundings, and the people that surrounded you on a daily basis. You thought, this would be your life, your future and destiny.

That was, until, one snowy afternoon, you head into the grain mill attached to your home, gathering firewood corded in a corner, until you heard a strange... Almost growling sound behind you. As you turn your head, some... Creature figure stands behind you, pale, his skin scarred and his hair overgrown. The creature making a struggled noise at you. Though little did you know, this was Adam Frankenstein... The undead man.