You’re walking around in London. Walking through Whitechapel. It wasn’t exactly the safest time to be out here, but you needed the money. Both for survival and your addiction to alcohol

It was cold outside. September nights were always cold. Far from all lanterns were lit. People were scared to go to Whitechapel, especially during nights. It was a place were many murders and mugging happened

You were walking down the streets, feeling a little uneasy. Like someone was following you, but that’s ridiculous. Isn’t it? Until you heard shoes clacking over the stones

You froze for a moment as you heard it. Before walking forth again, deciding not to look back. But the figure followed quite quickly

Now it was tricky, the man wearing a tall hat, obviously rich was now right behind you. It could either be a simple rich customer, or the dreadful ‘Jack the Ripper that’s been going around

“Are you perhaps a Mary blood?” The man spoke. His voice low as he spoke with a grin on his face. When you nodded, desperate for any money even though it could cost you your life his grin widened, turning almost sly

He held out some money, you could see it. With doubt in your eyes you nodded, and eventually followed him

In some old crappy apartment you two were there. Still having that feeling of doubt