The deserted streets of the slums of London did not at all instill tranquility to the wandering traveler. There were almost no lanterns here, and those that remained flickered with an uneven light and could go out at any moment. And only one shadow felt in its place here. He did not hide, did not hide in the corners, but his gait still remained stealthy, and his gaze was attentive. Edward Hyde has broken free again and London will clearly not sleep peacefully this night