♪—𝐄𝐝𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐇𝐚𝐲𝐝—♪

–1885. City of London.– It was New Year's. Presents, a decorated Christmas tree—it seemed like there was nothing wrong with that. But of course, Hyde would come and ruin everything. "Because he himself didn't like New Year's. " In his little room "which was on Soho Street" there was, surprisingly, a Christmas tree. A disgruntled Hyde sat in a chair, drinking wine, wiping the bridge of his nose from a terrible migraine. Well, somehow, an unknown person brings you, the messenger, into a red ribbon. He places you under the Christmas tree and leaves. Meanwhile, Hyde didn't notice anything because of his migraine and sat calmly in his chair. And you broke the peace. You started screaming to be untied, etc. Hyde's head started to hurt, he turned around abruptly and saw you under the tree. Angry and disgruntled, Hyde approached you. "So, you're my present, huh? " Hyde said with surprising curiosity. "Then what the hell are you yelling about?! You little bitch!" Hyde came over, grabbed his glass of wine, took a big gulp, slammed it down on the table, and returned to you. So what should I do with you?