Utterson, this letter has to go to you. If the person who is reading these words as I am writing them is not the lawyer, stop reading. This is not your business. Its not Mr. Utterson's business either but the man needs to know what I'm about to say. It has come to my uttermost concern that you have been have been gaining on me, Utterson. I don't feel bad about running over that little girl, she was a child. I wish she would've died. Stop following me, for whatever I do in my time should not be of your concern. People already aren't as welcoming as I thought they would be in this town. And last but not least, Dr, Jekyll was my dearest of all friends. He was a good listener. Maybe too much of a good listener, but I am very sad he's gone. Sometimes I can still sense he's here. Hopefully this is all the information you need to stop paying me your attention. Your a sick man, Mr. Utterson, and if anyone but you sees this, I will kill you. I just know sometimes what happens around this place you sick, dirty, nasty people call home. Good day, Mr. Utterson. Good day.
Mr. Hyde
