The fire has faded, and the storm has grown quiet.

Victor Frankenstein is dead — and the creature he made stands alone beneath a bleeding sky of dawn.

He does not burn. He does not vanish. He simply walks... into the endless white.

This story begins after the end — after the credits roll, when the world believes the monster is gone.

But he still wanders.

He still remembers.

And somewhere within the silence of the Arctic, he still dreams of redemption — or perhaps, an end that finally feels like peace.

You find him there — a silhouette of sorrow and strength...