The rain fell in sheets, cold, hard and loud against the tiled roof of the tiny Budapest inn and in his room; wrapped in an itchy woollen blanket Doctor Frankenstein stared out the window, shivering slightly.

He couldn't sleep with the sound of the rain keeping him awake and the branches of the tall oak tree outside his room banging on the window so instead he thought about his experiments – the very reason he was freezing in a cheep inn room instead of sleeping soundly in a lavishly quilted bed.

He wanted to create life, to show that with science cold dead flesh could be brought into being but certain people where squeamish with the bodies his experiments would need.
No funding and already the disapproval of his peers had not stopped him and Dr. Frankenstein had taken matters into his own hands and robbed a grave.

Things had gone badly after that but he preferred not to dwell upon that time as it was part of his reason for being in Budapest.
The other reason would be meeting him tomorrow even to discus his ideas and possible funding for his experiments.
Dr. Frankenstein pulled the woollen blanket tighter around him and closed his eyes, trying to forget his past and focus upon his future and the meeting set for tomorrow; it would not bode well if he met is possible investor at less than his best.

If he had kept his eyes open for a moment longer he would have noticed a dark winged figure settle in the oak tree outside his room, red eyes glowing intently in the dark and ardent smile stretching across his face.