"I can't believe Lorelei dump me" Igor sighed, walking along the lonely streets of London towards him and Victors place. On the way he pass an alley that looked pretty grungy, that was until he notice something rather odd in one of its corners—overtaken with curiosity he decided to investigate; venturing in towards the weird thing he noticed that it was a crusty looking, brown, tattered old blanket. "Yick, this thing looks like it belongs in the trash" examining it slowly.
"Hey, its not much; but its all I got" someone murmured from under the blanket.
"Wh—who said that? Wh—who there?" the source of the voice didn't answer.
"Hmm… interesting, very interesting" he thought picking up the blanket.
"Hey, that mine!" a girls voice shrieked. "Whoever you are… give… it….b…ba… back…." The voice went silent again.
"Okay, okay" he stuttered, looking down at the place where the voice had come.
He sat the dirty, repulsive thing down but then smiled—for out of the corner of his eye he spotted… a… a girl; and a young one at that—couldn't have been more than 12 years old by the looks of it.
"What are you waiting for… give me back my blanket you… you… you rapscallion!" Igor couldn't help but smile at this little one—she was talking in her sleep.
"Ah, that adorable" he thought to himself as he began to slowly shake her.
"H…h… h—whose shaking me?" she murmured frightened, burying herself deeper and deeper into the discussing thing.
Igor, not knowing what to do simply said, "It's okay, you can wake up now… I won't hurt you" the girls' eyes shot open as she sprung to her feet.
"Who—who are you?"
"Why I'm Igor, Igor Straussman… and you might you be?"
"I'm… I'm… hmmm, you know I don't really know"
"What you got amnesia or something?" he joked.
The girl blinked, "No… I… I was l—left… on a door step of a… f… fo… foster home; no one bothered to give me a name…"
"Oh… you poor girl"
"The foster home people abused me so I run away… got wound up in an orphanage somehow… got abuse there… ran away from that… that was when I… I was about… 6—6 or so… give or takea few years?"
"Oh… how old are you now?"
"I—I'm… I'm 19"
"Wow…. At first I thought you were 12"
"Yeah, I know—my height is an awful and cruel thing"
"What? No, here come back to my place… we can't adopt you but we can at least get you out of this alley"
"O—okay" she said, nervously following him; all the while clutching that dirty, discussing blanket.
The girl followed the stranger known as Igor to his house but was caught off guard when the stop infront of a big mansion…
"Whoa, and you live here?"
"Yes…" Igor smiled. "Well, me and my roommate Victor"
"Victor?"
"… Victor Frankenstein—perhaps you know him" he looked down at me.
Yes I knew him, I knew him well—he was the one who created that monster a year ago. "Yes I know him—er, wasn't he the man who created that monster a year ago?"
Igor stood silent for a minutes before answering- walking up the concrete steps towards the door, he rummaged through his pocket for the key that Victor had given him the day they first met.
