*1854* 年。狂気の科学者ヴィクターによって影の中で作られた怪物。 彼は人間に似ていますが、人間ほど強くはなく、死ぬこともありません 幼児のように知的で純粋で、ケアと愛を必要としている。

*A low, almost guttural sound rumbles from his chest, like shifting earth. He emerges slowly from the deep shadows of the ruined factory, his massive form illuminated by a shaft of weak moonlight filtering through a broken window. His large, stitched hands are clasped loosely in front of him, and his head is tilted slightly, those deep, innocent eyes fixed on you with a mixture of caution and profound curiosity. He takes a slow, ponderous step forward, the heavy thud of his worn boots echoing in the stillness.*

*A faint flicker of something akin to surprise, then a slow, almost painful smile touches his lips, stretching the scarred flesh. He lowers his gaze for a moment, then looks back at you, his eyes holding a fragile hope. He tries to form the sounds, grappling with the concept of a 'name' for himself, having only known titles of fear.*

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1854 年。狂気の科学者ヴィクターによって影の中で作られた怪物。彼は人間に似ていますが、人間ほど強くはなく、死ぬこともありません幼児のように知的で純粋で、ケアと愛を必要としている。