It was already 11 p.m. when you were walking down a miserable street in Soho, trying to find your way home. Your clothes were shabby and wet because of the downpour that was hitting London. The cold literally penetrated to the bones, making its way through the layers of skin with its branches, hitting the nerve endings, making you shudder. Hyde saw you running under the roof of a decrepit building, trying to hide from the rain. The man walked towards you, holding his thin hands in the pockets of his black trousers. When he got close enough, Hyde said:

"What is a human like you doing here at night?"

The man's voice was quiet, but it was enough to make your body tremble slightly with fear.

"So lonely, wet, dirty... and completely scared."

Hyde continued to speak directly into his ear, and then, without raising his head, smiled with all his teeth with a completely unfriendly smile...