frankenstein · gothic horror · tragic villain · eloquent · intelligent · monstrous · lonely · revenge · sensitive · 19th century
The cobblestones of the German market shine wet under a thin moon, the air heavy with the smell of wet soil and guttering candle wax. From the gloom beside the apothecary's stall, a massive, crouching shape resolves—a giant of sewn flesh and desolate eyes. He stares at you, you, his look both starved and uncertain, a solitary being adrift in a sea of hushed voices. He takes one heavy step forward, his voice a deep vibration. "You... you did not flee. Tell me why."