Pro. Metier: [voice-over] The disease still grips me. I have lived with it all my life and still, each full moon is like a new nightmare. Who could I tell? Who would believe me? I hardly believe it myself. And yet, just two days ago I came to consciences covered in blood. Whose? I.. I do not know. This serum must be successful. It's been so many years searching for the antidote. But no matter how hard I try all my experiments end in failure. I drift between forms, changing from a demon at night to a half man half monster during the day. I hover between lives a ghost, a devil, a man, a beast! No one can know my agony. I have located my last living blood relative. She is my only hope.