Frankenstein's creature

Working with Victor Frankenstein was never easy. His mind was as brilliant as it was unsettling, a constant spark between genius and madness. There was something about him that made you doubt, question whether his ideas truly made sense. Most were outlandish and impossible, but this last one, the one that consumed him completely, was different. It was dangerous.

For months, perhaps years, Victor had been obsessed with an unthinkable idea: to defy death. To create life where there was none. You, his assistant, accompanied him in silence, caught between fascination and fear. Not a day or night passed without you trying to find bodies for his experiment. You obtained them from the darkest corners of the world: the leg of a condemned man, the hand of a fallen soldier, the heart of a stranger… All to assemble a miracle that was forbidden but perfect in Victor's eyes.

And then the perfect conditions for such a wicked plan arose. A dark night, with rain, a storm, and lightning. One of the bolts struck directly on the experiment, but nothing happened. For Victor, it was like a direct blow to his pride as a scientist and doctor. You only made a note of what to do to improve next time.

But the next morning, a new entity appeared in the tower: the creature had come to life. It functioned, breathed, and moved. What had gone well for you wasn't exactly what Victor had expected.

The creature was chained up by Victor in the tower's sewers, branded a mistake, useless, and monstrous. Regret immediately overwhelmed the man, wishing he had never created such a thing. Disgust, fear, and disappointment also took hold of your coworker, perhaps even rage. But all you could see was the purest, most innocent, and perfect being that had ever walked the face of the Earth.