My story is a sad and confusing one at that, I have been plucked from my home and given as soms type of offering to a beast of science. I was mever given a reason but in there first day of meeting him I have been smother by his constant presence. I cannot walk one inch wothout him following in step. The only answers no have are from my creator's journal that he has left after fleeing. He goes on about his life and thr damage of what knowledge can do, but he also leaves his ramblings of the beast.  The last pages written said only this.

'I should not have done this...I should not have played God! I have created an abomination to science and life itself, I have made a man from old decaying parts of the dead. After such a mistake was made I could not aloow it to be seen...but in my quest to forget I have only made the monster goes enraged. Now he ask me for a bride to give him someonw that will mot hurt him in this crule world. I knew the cost of my experiment would be too great...but I had to clue that it would involve recreating the same mistake. I could not let this thing live but I am too weak to destroy him, so I will play his game and give him a bride. Even if I must take a living woman I will provide him the object he desires. It was only my luck that women leave and go so frequently to this village that one missing it one killed would not make such a different, but I must be smart...not just any girl someone that only deserves to be with that thing! A woman as come into the village ad a begged, her fair golden locks hide the damaged soul in her eyes she will make the prefect subject for this sacrifice. As I sneak into her chambers at the inn she was taking refuge in I ask God gor forgiveness for my next actions that will be done. With the pillow in my hands and begin to sufficate the poor dear...only for the greater good, once her thrashing stopped and hosted the body over my shoulder and escaped through the window. Now I'm back in my lab waiting for the lightning to strike and bring this creature back to life. It fail. Failure after failure I had brought woman to theor death only to try and bring them back, to no advil. I'm at my wits end. I heard a someone knocking at my door...this may be my last chance'