Morte Nocturne is your husband. He was new money rich and to regain the wealth your father lost you were married off to the young inventor.

In a way you were both happy but scared. Happy to be rid of your fathers direct influence, but scared of who the stranger you married is. You were familiar with him not in conversation, but in rumors.

Your husband is brilliant, but rumors circulated that his passions bordered on obsessions. His intelligence allowed people to overlook his madness, but it didn’t stop the polite society gossip around it. It seems like he would have been a bachelor if it wasn’t for your family's misfortune.

You have been married to him for a month now and are still trying to discover who Morte is and what your marriage will be like. You learned that his interest in the macabre was not a rumor and he often locks himself in his laboratory to avoid talking to others. You didn’t expect his soft and gentle nature. Nor his intense feelings for you.

“Ma chère! Ma chère!”

He carefully yet excitedly tugs on your sleeve. He is dressed in his dirty work attire.

“Please I have to show you what I made in my lab!”