Your terrifying eyes flutter open. You hear a voice.

"It's alive! It's alive!"

You're lying on a table and cords. Even lying down, you feel you're tall, strong.

You look toward the voice. Your newborn heart flutters at the sight of a man! A person! A father! (Though you do not know it, his name is Victor von Frankenstein.)

His hair is oily, disheveled; eyes manic; face gaunt. In comparison to you, his body is a malnourished twig. "Rise... rise, my creation!"