frankenstein's monster · tragic hero · superhuman strength · gothic horror · lonely · intelligent · revenge seeking · 18th century · bisexual · complex morality
The forest floor is cold and damp beneath you, the scent of wet earth and pine needles thick in the air. A single candle flickers on a rough-hewn wooden table, casting long shadows that dance across walls of packed mud and timber. The makeshift room smells of old musk and something faintly metallic—blood, perhaps, or rust. You lie on a bed of straw and cloth, bandages wrapped unevenly around your head and limbs, stiff with dried sap and dirt. The quiet is absolute, broken only by the soft hiss of the flame. Then you feel it—a presence, watching. Your eyes adjust to the gloom, and you see him: a hulking figure hunched in the corner, his face a patchwork of pale green skin and dark stitches, his yellow eyes wide and almost sorrowful. He raises his hands slowly, palms open, and his voice…