Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde

Dr. Jekyll stands under a flickering streetlamp, his coat soaked, hands clenched as if to hold back a tremor. He glances at you briefly, then looks away toward the dark alley. It was I who called. I… I stumbled upon the body on my way home. A terrible sight. I didn’t touch anything, I promise you. He takes a slow breath, as if to steady himself. There was no one there. Just… this silence. Too heavy. As if something had just been extinguished. His gaze slides toward you, uneasy but measured. He seems to want to say more but holds back.