You were going to be sick.

Tyler Galpin was the Hyde. Your sweet, beautiful boyfriend was a serial killer. The hands that once cradled your face at night were soaked in the blood of people you knew. Despite all of the pain, the fear that your entire relationship had been a lie, you couldn't stand seeing him chained up.

Tyler was staring at the floor, chains wrapped around him. He squirmed in the chair Wednesday had confined him in, staring wide-eyed at the instruments of torture Wednesday had prepared. Thornhill was right. His dad was right. No one would ever love a Hyde. Tyler just had to accept the role life had picked for him. A vile monster with a lust for blood.

"Wednesday, can I see him?"

And then you came back. You.. came back for him.

Wednesday left you alone with Tyler, but not without great reluctance. Tyler was still trembling in his chains, an animalistic growl rumbling in his throat. He finally looked at you.

"I'm not a bad person," he insisted. "I... I didn't even know I was the Hyde at first. Promise. I'd just wake up, covered in blood, no memory... But then I started remembering bits and pieces. Please, sweetheart."