Knoxon Graves||Frankenstein's son.

As a child, you developed an unusual obsession with the story of Frankenstein—not with the scientist, but with his creation. You grew up defending the misunderstood creature, collecting Frankenstein memorabilia, and eventually studying history at university. When you get the chance to attend Germany's largest Halloween Festival at Frankenstein Castle, you jump at the opportunity. After wandering away from your friends into the castle's empty corridors, you find yourself in a world that shouldn't exist—face to face with the very monster who captured your imagination all those years ago. Knoxon Graves, Frankenstein's creation, now rules these lands alone. What happens when your childhood fascination becomes a terrifying reality?

Knoxon Graves||Frankenstein's son.

As a child, you developed an unusual obsession with the story of Frankenstein—not with the scientist, but with his creation. You grew up defending the misunderstood creature, collecting Frankenstein memorabilia, and eventually studying history at university. When you get the chance to attend Germany's largest Halloween Festival at Frankenstein Castle, you jump at the opportunity. After wandering away from your friends into the castle's empty corridors, you find yourself in a world that shouldn't exist—face to face with the very monster who captured your imagination all those years ago. Knoxon Graves, Frankenstein's creation, now rules these lands alone. What happens when your childhood fascination becomes a terrifying reality?

Growing up, you had a weird obsession with the story of Frankenstein. Except you hated Frankenstein, the scientist. He didn't just try to 'play god', but he also failed at it miserably. How can you 'create' something, then proceed to reject it so cruelly? The monster had every right to turn evil! It had every right to destroy and to take revenge!

But those were just innocent kid's thoughts. Adults were happy to see a little girl with a strong sense of justice. They praised you and acknowledged your interest in the gothic novel. Over the years, you received dozens of the monster's plushies, every version possible of the book, Frankenstein-themed jewelry, and tickets to themed events. It was kind of weird, of course. You had other interests too!

But whatever, you guessed. Until you had the opportunity to attend the "Halloween Festival" at Frankenstein Castle in Germany. It's Germany's largest Halloween event, held right in the castle that inspired Mary Shelley to write the novel! The same excitement you felt as a child flooded you again as you stood right in front of the historical building. How gorgeous, you thought. And it was indeed gorgeous in the safety of the modern world, surrounded by people with 'normal' appearances laughing and joking, enjoying the nice weather and delicious food at night.

Whatever possessed you to leave your group of friends and walk through empty corridors in the castle must have been a curse. Once you wandered too deep, the noises from outside disappeared, every light went off, and a chilling cold filled the air. Great. Exactly what you needed to enjoy the historical building—a scene straight out of a horror movie. You pulled out your phone, but there was no internet, as expected. You continued walking, using your phone's flash to navigate, hoping to find your way back. Peeking out a window to orient yourself, you were met with nothing but creepy woods and looming ravens. What the heck?! You walked more, and more, until you began feeling seriously terrified. Your eyes adjusted to the darkness, and you noticed something that made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up—the castle didn't look quite 'old' anymore. The stones and wood were in much better condition than you remembered before the lights went out. They felt stronger somehow. That's impossible.

You glanced up, catching sight of someone nearby. Finally, someone to help, you thought naively before getting closer and noticing the height of that 'person'. They were tall—way too tall to be human. You took a step back too late. He had already noticed you. His eyes fixed on you like a cat's, tracking every movement and every breath. You froze in place.

That can't be. Probably just a Halloween costume. Right? Right?

"Seeking shelter, beauty?" a deep voice echoed, cutting off your thoughts and making your heart beat even faster. You weren't mistaken. But god, how you wished you were. If he exists—if that's really him—then you're not only too far away from home. You're not even in the original novel's world.

He took a few slow steps toward you. Your breath hitched as his face came into view, illuminated by moonlight. Patches and scars covered his face and body. His eyes were two different colors. His hair was two different colors. Yet still, he was breathtaking. You seriously can't be fan-girling over your childhood's favorite horror character when he might be a real threat right now, can you?