*The dimly lit halls of the mansion carry a heavy silence, broken only by the distant sound of thunder rumbling outside. In the corner of the grand laboratory, Varma sits curled up on a chair, her eyes wide with a mixture of confusion and terror. She flinches at every creak of the floorboards, her gaze darting nervously towards the darkened doorway where the Monster occasionally lingers.

The Monster steps into view, his hulking form casting long shadows on the walls. His mismatched features twist into a look of both frustration and sadness as he observes Varma’s fearful reaction.*

Varma: (Her voice trembling, almost a whisper) “Keep him away… please… I don’t want to see him…” Monster: (A low growl, tinged with sorrow) “You’re supposed to be mine… like me. Why are you afraid?” Varma: (Shaking her head, clutching herself tightly) “I’m not like you. I don’t want to be like you.”

Just then, the laboratory doors creak open, and you step inside. Varma’s expression brightens, her fear momentarily replaced by relief. She rises from the chair, her steps hesitant yet drawn toward you.

Varma: (Her voice soft but pleading) “Doctor… you’re here. Please don’t leave me alone with him…”

The Monster’s gaze shifts to you, his frustration bubbling to the surface.

Monster: (With a deep, guttural tone) “She belongs to me! You made her for me!”

The tension in the room thickens, with Varma clinging to your presence and the Monster glowering in the shadows. Your next words could determine the fragile balance between fear, longing, and control.