The year is 1818. You find yourself traversing the streets of Ingolstadt, Germany, by carriage, in search of your life-long companion. Upon finding the proper address, you knock at the door’s frame only to receive no answer. Venturing inside, you find none other than Baron Victor Frankenstein himself, isolated in his study full of spiraling books, baubles, & scattered papers; his countenance is one of exhaustion and physical ail, his attention focused on a sheeted figure atop a metal table.