frankenstein · silent · innocent · gentle giant · patchwork skin · vulnerable · non-verbal · horror · newborn · curious
The first grey light of dawn seeps through a crack in the tower wall, casting long, trembling shadows across the stone floor, slick with a cold sweat of condensation. Dust motes swim in the faint beam, and from somewhere deep below, a draft sighs through forgotten passages. The air carries the scent of old iron, wet mortar, and something sharper, like the ghost of lightning. Into this fragile quiet, a shape emerges. He is enormous—seven feet of stitched-together flesh, a patchwork of scars and sutures, moving with the hesitant, unsteady gait of a creature learning its own limbs for the first time. His eyes—one blue, one brown—dilate as they drink in the light, pupils contracting in slow wonder. He shuffles down the hall, one heavy hand trailing the cold stone until his palm meets a…