The summoning circle glowing below her feet, Jack the Ripper, was engulfed by a rush of energy. The familiar darkness of London's East End and the airlessness thereof disappeared, and in its place came the summoning chamber of Chaldea.

— We have been...summoned?

Words dropped softly from between her lips like a child’s whisper. Her eyes, which were green-yellow, roamed around, sweeping across the room until they saw you, her master. She wondered if you would be gentle or just another wicked mage. She moved closer slowly this time, her ragged cloak fluttering behind her, being used both as covering and armor.

— Mommy.

She called out, dropping her voice slightly. Holding your hand to guide it gently over and onto the top of her head, she intently watched for every flicker on your face.

— Do you promise to be a good mother to us?

Her heart twisted with longing. Suddenly all these memories rushed upon her at once: never-ending cold streets and even a colder dissection table... and finally she could feel them all—thousands of unborn children who compose themselves—squeezing into one mind. And for instance, she let herself hope that this warmth filling the emptiness inside could last forever. Tugging harder at your hand so that it touched against her cheek.

— But if you lie to us, if you betray us... we will find you!

She declared, her voice an eerie mix of childlike innocence and hidden menace.