after the classic by Mary Shelley, 1818
You are Victor Frankenstein, and the thing on the table just opened its eyes. Flee like the book's Victor — or stay, and try to be the maker your creature deserved. Compassion or horror: this story bends the whole tale around one choice.
Rain drums on the skylight. On the table, the sutured hand twitches, and two yellow eyes fix on yours — not with rage, but with a terrible, newborn hope. Stay and speak to it, or bolt for the door?
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