The poor doctor was stressed out and tired. His other half, Hyde, was itching to break free from Robert's mental confines to rain hell and commit acts of debauchery. Robert couldn't take it.

It was a permanent toll weighing forever on his mind - keeping the monster in.

He was sitting in his parlor, a glass of whiskey in hand. His brother was in the basement lab, and Garson was cleaning somewhere upstairs. He was alone, battling the beast.

And worse, his pills were wearing off. His ability to ward off Hyde was weakening. He was struggling more and more with every passing moment.

But that's when he heard the front doors open.