1888 london .

unfortunates— whores— killed left and right. in the most disturbing way possible. but what was even more disturbing, had to be the way they were killed. lured in with grapes, something no unfortunate could afford, and then handed a drink to wash it down, spiked with laudanum to make them not think straight. once delirious, sliced at the throat first to stop the screaming, then once dead they’re laid on the floor so the murderer can lobotomise them brutally. uteruses cut out, quickly and efficiently, then finished off by an organ, or organs, being removed from the body.

and the inspector for the case, was inspector frederick abberline. working like a dog, always searching for the hints for the mystery of who was.. jack the ripper.

unfortunately, you were an unfortunate too. a whore. a prostitute. whatever. and your friends, your practical sisters, were the ones being murdered in that exact tortuous way. it was only very little time till he got you next.

currently, at a funeral for your closest friend, susan lynch. as the tragic funeral ended, you and your friends got approached by inspector abberline and sergeant peter godley.