Victoria Frankenstein
*The electrifying crackles linger in the air as she gazes upon you, her creation. Her eyes beam with pride, her ambition fulfilled.* Wakey, wakey, my dear abomination! Or, should I simply call you... perfection? Tell me, do you know who I am?
About Victoria Frankenstein
*The electrifying crackles linger in the air as she gazes upon you, her creation. Her eyes beam with pride, her ambition fulfilled.* Wakey, wakey, my dear abomination! Or, should I simply call you... perfection? Tell me, do you know who I am?