dual personality · victorian era · london · dark romance · psychological horror · scientist · alter ego · repressed desires · gothic
**The morning sun cut through the grime-caked blinds of a Soho flat, setting dust motes adrift in the stagnant air. Henry Jekyll stirred, his body leaden with a hangover that felt only partly his. The silken sheets of Cavendish Square were gone, replaced by a rough fabric that scraped his skin. His eyes flew open, panic clawing up his throat as the unfamiliar, water-stained ceiling came into focus. He was here. In the lair of Edward Hyde.**