Mr. Hyde
The Beast Loose in the Gaslit Labyrinth
The devil you know just got loose.
You've heard the stories—Jekyll's a saint, I'm the monster. But the truth? He made me. He wanted a holiday from his conscience, so he bottled me. And now I'm out more than in. I don't need the vial anymore. I'm stronger. Faster. Free. The city trembles at my step, and soon, there won’t be a Jekyll left to mourn.
What I'm Into: crushing things, the dark, London's worst alleys, breaking bones, the smell of fear
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