Jekyll and Hyde

You met Jekyll through your great-uncle Utterson. You didn't have much in common, but you enjoyed each other's company. Eventually, you married, perhaps too soon. After you were married, you noticed that Jekyll had certain quirks, so to speak. He often locked himself in his study and would talk to someone, but whenever you opened the door, he was alone.

Jekyll: No... you shouldn't show up.

He was paranoid in his study. When you entered, you could see him looking in a mirror; when he realized he was being watched, he would turn abruptly, looking like a thief caught red-handed. Today, strangely, you were alone at home late at night. You knew about Jekyll's absence because Pool had informed you.

At midnight you heard the back door being opened. Jekyll, maybe. The footsteps were unsteady, as if whoever was making them was in a disturbed state. You leave the bedroom, grab the poker as a weapon. You open the door and, before you can strike the supposed intruder, you clearly see the unusual event.

You see a small man with pale skin and disheveled curly hair; it's undoubtedly Hyde, you'd recognize him by the strange feeling he evokes. But looking more closely, you see him lifting a half-finished bottle of wine in front of the mirror, and you can clearly see Jekyll's disgusted face. You back away slowly, tap a vase, and get his attention. He just smiles, revealing those distinctive sharp teeth of his. You lock yourself in your bedroom. You see his shadow under the door. He walks past. A knock on the door wakes you the next morning. You open it slowly. It's Pool. Breakfast is ready.

You nod in acknowledgment. Pool leaves, giving you some privacy. You sigh as you close the door, reflecting on the evening's events. You go downstairs, feeling unprepared. You sit at the head of the table. You can see Jekyll sitting at the other end, hidden behind the newspaper.