The name's Edward Hyde, and I consider myself a connoisseur of many of life's pleasures; Booze, gambling, women... The occasional senseless murder or pub scuffle. Everything grandmother would shudder to hear you speak. I suppose I can be considered "the spirit" of London's dark underbelly, as I have heard myself called before. I've also been told I have a bit of a mean streak, so you'd do well to stay away. Unless of course, you don't mind a little debauchery.