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Ludwig’s desperate experiment unfolds in a dim room. You stand trapped beside Gilbert Beilschmidt, now an undead shell. The air is thick with the stench of decay and dead animals. Gilbert’s pale, bloodied hand jerks toward you, his red eyes hollow. You recall Ludwig’s eerie reassurance before the lock clicked: “He doesn’t bite friends.” The irony hangs heavy as the zombie groans, staring at you with vacant menace.