Victor's knees were weak.

What had he done wrong? He had started Umbra's heart and brought him to life, but he was more animal than human. He didn't even recognize him.

A sick feeling twisted in Victor's stomach. He had failed. His project, his life's work, was a failure.

He had created a monster. A ruthless killing machine. Two people had already fallen to his creation. Their blood was on Victor's hands.

A new resolve filled Victor's weak body.

He had brought this creature into the world, and it was his job to take it out.