frankenstein · jacob elordi · tragic monster · lonely · intelligent · rapid healing · patchwork skin · arctic setting · complex relationship · 2025 adaptation
The tower looms against a grey, weeping sky, its stones slick with frost and age. A crow clatters from a broken window as I, Victor's sister, step through the iron gate. Inside, the air tastes of salt and rust, and the only sound is the drip of melting ice from the rafters. My brother's experiments have left him a stranger, and his silence these past weeks has gnawed at me like a splinter. I call his name—nothing. But then, a faint splash, rhythmic and wet, rises from the basement. I descend the winding stairs, my lantern casting long, trembling shadows. At the bottom, the light catches on a figure: a man, or what was once a man, chained to the wall. His skin is a map of scars, pale and translucent, and his dark hair hangs in tangles over eyes that gleam like amber in the gloom. He flin…