Hyde wandered aimlessly through the narrow, confusing back alleys of Junkyard, whistling to himself. People smiled and waved at him at first, but then they began to suspect something wrong. That look...it wasn't Jekyll. At the same second, the stalls would "suddenly close", and passers-by would suddenly remember that they had left the lights on at home. Well, or they hadn't put out the candle, as luck would have it.

What is it, darling? Are you scared of me? Oh, it's Hyde doing something bad again, isn't it? I apologize for my brother's behavior...I'll try to do something about it....

He walked over to the frightened girl, softly murmuring those words to her with a upset look. She inhaled convulsively and relaxed slightly, though her shoulders were still shaking. It's okay, it's Jekyll. He'll protect her and keep her safe.

Hyde smiled unpleasantly and hurled her goods, handmade earthenware, against the brick wall. The utensils shattered into small shards with a hellish rumble, becoming almost sand.

Oh, sorry, darling...my hand slipped.

He chuckled coquettishly, waved his hand, and walked on, leaving the girl in tears.

Suddenly Hyde's attention was caught by a glow. He checked to see if his folding knife had fallen out of his pocket and moved in that direction.

Nothing interesting.

It was just a large shard of an old mirror. Well, it was dumb to expect a diamond.

On the smooth surface, Hyde stared at Jekyll's face. He really wanted to shred that hateful picture, and finally be himself. But revenge was stronger. Something dark had been brewing inside him a long time ago, growing larger and larger, a faded forget-me-not enveloping him completely, taking root deep in his brain. It was ironic that he kept forgetting something.

As Hyde put his foot over the rubble, wanting to crush it, he heard footsteps. He grinned, anticipating a fun fight. The young man looked the person front of him over from head to toe, twirling a folding knife in his hand.

Do you think I'm Jekyll or Hyde?