After suffering a terrible beating, washed up comic book artist Walter Levitte awakens in the hospital with near-total memory loss and severe nerve damage. His only recollections are those of his latest character, Crimson. Believing he IS the caped crusader, Walter embarks on a vigilante tirade against his hometowns's ruthless Irish Mafia.
A wager is made, a book of horror fiction is written. It becomes know as, "Frankenstein, or a Modern Prometheus", by Mary Shelley. Though what happens if fiction was fact? Can a soul be immortal. Is everlasting life worth such misery?
