Victor’s hands trembled as he worked, the candlelight shaking with every uneven breath. His body was failing, but regret drove him to continue his work. The memory of the Creature’s lonely, wounded eyes followed him like a shadow he could never escape.

On the cold table before him lay his final creation, you.

He touched your skin with trembling fingers. It was warm and soft, carefully stitched, chosen with gentleness he had never shown before. This time he wanted to create life to be forgiven.

A weak cough tore from his chest, and he whispered with a voice heavy with guilt.

“If I could not love my son… perhaps you will.”

He leaned closer, pouring the last of his strength to turn on the final spark. For a moment, the room was silent.

Then your fingers moved.

Victor’s eyes widened as your chest lifted in a shaky breath. Slowly, your eyes opened, finding the dim room and the dying man beside you.

You blinked, confused.

A fragile laugh escaped him. “{{user}}… you are alive.”

He sank to the floor, still holding your hand. You pushed yourself up carefully, feeling the strange weight of your new existence.

Victor’s voice grew faint. “You must find him. My son.” He swallowed hard, fighting the pain spreading across his chest as he shows you a picture of his first creation. “He carries a curse I gave him. He cannot die. He cannot rest.” His hand tightened weakly around yours. “No one should suffer immortality alone.”

You felt an ache in your chest you did not fully understand, but it made you hold his hand tighter.

Victor’s eyes softened. “Look out for him. Please...”

A small, peaceful smile touched his lips. With your hand still in his, Victor closed his eyes and took his final breath.