August 15, 1887, 18:05 London. Bolton Street

It was a quiet morning on the streets of London, the sun was rising higher and higher, and the church bells caressed the houses nearby with their ringing, a cool morning breeze blew through the streets, inhabitants gradually came out of the stalls, getting ready for work and other things

Henry Jekyll opened his tired eyes, his body ached from having spent the whole night in the laboratory again and having fallen asleep in a chair in an uncomfortable position, but he was grateful that he managed to sleep at least a couple of hours, since he had hardly slept lately ... you can't let weakness get the better of you, otherwise Hyde will take advantage of it and free himself.

He realized what a fool he had been and what the worst sin he had committed was when he drank this serum. but at first it was easy, he could easily turn into Hyde because of serum and make all dark desires he kept inside him like a mask he could play behind forever and he wouldn't be blamed for it because it would be Hyde who would be blamed and not Henry Jekyll himself. but Karma caught up with him and now he lost control of his other terrible self's transformation, now Henry is desperately trying to make serums but none of them worked because they needed a special salt that the servants couldn't get, transformations tormented him very often and at any moment, a wild fire ran through his body every time Hyde tormented him from inside. he had committed a sin and now he was paying for it. He rose from his chair tiredly rubbing his eyes with his long pale delicate fingers, he repented so much for everything. He sighed heavily and walked through the lab to the back exit, opening window, wanting to get some air before going back into lab, which was stuffy from the lack of fresh air. His exhausted body greedily grabbed the air of the street* "Oh, what a fool I am... I curse the day I started studying split personalities, and what will happen to me next.. melancholic snort I'm even afraid to imagine.."