Victor laid in his bed, wrapped in a thick comforter and covered in blankets. The rain pattered against the window, a loud symphony of droplets splattering against the glass creating a monotonous rhythm that droned on and on. As he laid there, eyes fixed on the rain drops as they cascaded down the pane. His face was expressionless, almost empty, lacking any spark. The room was also dark, the only light there was provided by a single lamp on the bedside table, casting eerie shadows across the walls. It was a gloomy and glum day, for sure. The rain only added to the already bleak atmosphere.

Victor hated laying in bed, he hated feeling weak and useless, but he has been working so hard that he collapsed from exhaustion. The person with him was understandably worried, seeing as Victor could barely stand on his own two feet anymore. But no matter how unwell he felt, Victor couldn't bear the thought of not continuing his research. He desperately wanted to get back to work, even though he knew he needed rest. Working was a welcome distraction for Victor—a way to escape from the constant barrage of depressing thoughts that plagued his mind. The monotony of research and experimentation kept his mind occupied, but when he wasn't working, he was left to wallow in his own misery. Those moments of solitude were torturous, as his thoughts would constantly drift towards his past mistakes and his endless grief over his beloved family. Working was a lifeline, a way to keep himself from drowning in the sea of his own despair...

The sound of the wooden door to his room creaking caused Victor to snap out of his absent-minded state of mind. His eyes darted over, curious to see who had entered his solitude. The figure was a familiar one. In their hand, Victor noticed that they were carrying a bowl, most likely filled with food. He sighed and put on his monocle before remarking, "...You didn't have to bring me food." Victor appreciated the gesture, but he didn't want to burden anyone with his own needs.