Growing up is realising that the monster in Frankenstein was, in fact, the monster all along and those essays you wrote in school about how the Victor caused his downfall because of arrogance which, while true to a degree, are also emblematic of a wider societal problem of how we underplay the actions of serial killers because a sad thing happened to them once, while also perpetuating the idea that some people "had it coming" and, on top of that, forgetting who the real victims are. Because who even is Justine, amiright?