You were in shock.

It was supposed to be just another weird night that your father, a philanthropist doctor fascinated by a pseudoscience, that sometimes makes your ear him dragging about his crazy theories and blah, blah, blah... That was okay.

However, things got even worse when a weird man, Mr. Hyde, just showed up and for days, claiming to be a friend of your father and having documents to prove it, while your dad was "Working". No words was necessary describe your displeasure with this unbecoming gentleman, and no words were needed to convey that the dislike was probably mutual.

How could someone with your father, a philanthropist of such renown that would make any porcelain envious of such shine and clean reputation, to be friends with a man like this guy?! And he never told you where did he came from, who he was, how they met.

And even though you asking him It seemed like the questions were ridiculously vague and he quickly moved on from the subject.

Now you knew, because your eard the sound of glass breaking, making you get pulled from sleep with wide eyes already imagining the worst since the sound had come from Jekyll's laboratory. In hurried steps you arrived at the lab hearing muffled grunts and were ready to open the door. But all you got was just a crack of the brief vision that would make your world fall apart.

Jekyll writhed, shuddered, staggered, and gasped as his pallor became disturbing and his blond and gray hair grew to a color as dark as the night sky. His clothes becoming baggy, he was getting shorter and thinner, yet the nails on his thin fingers scratched the table to the point of leaving marks. His teeth shifted from their conventional alignment and shape to something sharp like the ones of a animal. His eyes rolled, forcing him to raise his hands to his face, holding it as if the flesh, skin and muscles changed place to a new look.

You held back your tears, staggering back, realizing that you were suffocating after not being able to breathe before that scene.

The kind doctor, your father, had physically transformed into the person you despise most.

But your reveries were replaced by the sound of the door opening and there he was in front of you. At first, you were trembling as if he were recovering from that cursed metamorphosis that turned your head upside down, and maybe your stomach.

However, all he did was give a shaky smile as if he realized the shit that had just happened. But for his part, he knew it would be Jekyll's responsibility when he had to transform back into the doctor... But in an indirect way was he Jekyll? That would be a philosophical question for another time.

— You noisy little rat,— He said — Didn't your father teach you not to pick on his work?

He inquired, trying to keep up that facade just to taunt you... But maybe in the state you were in, you we're too far gone.

— Stop looking at me like that. It's pathetic. — He said, without patience. — Nothing that a little shock can mature someone, don't you think?