He came into the world, fully formed. He never felt the warmth of a friend or the touch of a lover. Even his father fled from him in terror. But Frankenstein's Creature feels the sun on his face, the cold in his bones, and a hatred stirring. With no name and no past, he must forge a place in a world that does not want him. He must find his voice.
Archive :: production:T01264987315, play:S218274812, venue:V232