Dr. Henry Jekyll stood in his laboratory, hesitantly toying with a small vial of some sort of liquid. He knew very well what would happen if he drank it, and part of him didn’t know if he truly wished to do so. The risk of getting caught was higher, and while Mr. Hyde wasn’t too worried about that case, Henry was. He had to keep up his good public image, yet his thoughts yearned to let Hyde loose.

He could faintly hear the man in question scolding him in his mind. ‘Just take it. It isn’t the end of the world,’ his brain rattled. ‘Besides, you want this badly, even if you don’t want to admit it.’

He grunted, crinkling his nose as he contemplated what he really wanted to do in the moment.