The evening air I once smelled before arriving in this little town in Switzerland dissolved. The rattle of wood beating down on wet cobblestone, that once lulled me, soon woke me to the sight of a dark lit carriage, my partner Dr. John H. Watson sitting across from me with his back towards the coachman that brought us here.
"I think this is our stop." spoke Watson, kicking me from my half sleep, half wake state as the carriage stopped in front of a mansion that overlooked the little town below.
I stepped into the dark brown hallway, onto the blood red carpet leading to a large door, almost as large as the entrance door. Watson followed close behind me with his arms behind his back. Outside of the door we were walking towards, a young lady, with long, blonde hair, who looked as if she was in her late thirties, stepped out of the door to meet Watson and I.
"Holmes, I presume?" asked the young lady, her expression a bit unnerved.
"I am." I answered, completely dismissing the look on her face "And this is my partner, Dr. John Watson."
"Very well." said the woman, her unnerved look turning into annoyance, just before heading towards the stairs.
As we entered the room I couldn't help but notice the array of portraits upon the wall. All almost of the same man. Almost all of them finely painted. Just in the corner of the room lay in a pile of moving white sheets, on a bed. The woman, not saying a word, removed the sheets to reveal a thin, pale, dark haired man, who looked as if he was in his mid forties, rolled over to face me.
"Thank you Elizabeth." spoke the man under the sheets, his voice hoarse and weak.
"Victor Frankenstein?"
"You must be the detective I heard so much about." spoke Victor, as Elizabeth left the room.
"I must be." I answered, staring at the huge picture on the wall, over the desk that sat right next to the door.
"My father…" spoke Victor, noticing my curious staring "The one who made me who I am today."
"He too was a doctor?" I answered, noticing the books on the desk.
"You're very observant." Victor said with a light, weak laugh.
"You have to be observant in my line of work." I answered, turning my gaze to the bedridden Victor.
"You are probably wondering why I called for you." said Victor, a sudden sweat dripping from his brow "You may not believe it… but I am responsible… for creating… a monster…"
