It was on a Sunday that I first saw the face of Mister Edward Hyde. Before that time I had felt him, or something of him, within me, and at times he had ruled my mind and my actions. That, however, was the day on which he first emerged from this, his human cave, and bared his features to the world.

Maybe he was created by the events of my past and my life of relative ease, or maybe he had always been within me waiting for his chance to come out. This I will never know. I have had more than enough time to think on the matter, and have even been led to wonder if he might, given sufficient time, have emerged one day, unaided by frothing potion or alchemical compound. The point is moot, however, for on that day I finally found the right combination and the draught that I drank led to a terrible swift change after which I was no longer myself, but the person of Edward Hyde.