No one remembers quite how you came to be in the doctor’s house. You only remember waking in his laboratory, the air thick with chemicals, rain hammering on the shutters.
Victor Frankenstein is a genius, everyone agrees, and he is also completely mad. Tonight he means to finish the work that has consumed him: to give life back to the stitched-together body waiting beneath a stained sheet.
He can’t do it alone, so he offers terms. Act as his unwilling assistants, and he will set you free. His journals hold the method. The organs are somewhere in the laboratory. The power must come from the storm itself.
In the corner a grandfather clock keeps time with the thunder. Each strike of lightning is a little further away than the last, and when the storm moves on, so does your chance.
Wake the creature before the final strike and the doctor keeps his word. Leave the body cold, and he’ll go looking for fresh parts. You have one hour.
Wake it before the thunder fades, or take its place.