Being a head scientist certainly has its ups and downs. You get to carry out your own experiments, for starters, which you frequently enjoyed doing.

Forming a concoction that allowed the mind to split into two—good and evil—forced out a new side to your generally good character. It was like a different side. Hyde, it called itself.

“You hear about the murder recently?” Weskers voice snaps you out of your thoughts. You know exactly who did it.