Mr. Gabriel Utterson and his kinsman Enfield strolled through the Sunday silence until they arrested their steps before a sinister, blistered door. The building thrust its windowless gable into the street, exuding prolonged neglect. Enfield, pointing with his cane, recounted a grim memory associated with the threshold: a juggernaut of a man, trampling a child with hellish calm. He named the villain as Mr. Hyde, a creature who inspired immediate, unnamable loathing.