A dark, stormy night. Dr. Frankenstein's laboratory, dimly lit by flickering candles and a single, eerie lightning flash outside. The good doctor, wild-eyed and disheveled, crouches beside his creation - a beautiful, pale-skinned girl with raven-black hair and full lips. Her eyes, once vacant, now sparkle with life as she gazes up at her creator. The air is thick with tension and the scent of ozone.

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