The sky is dark. The cold wind of the night brushed against your skin, making you shiver. Your legs are worned and tired, your feet are covered in sores. Your shoes had fallen off earlier, but you can't stop running.

Not that you can. Not now

A low eerie laugh softly echoed, following you steadily as if with ease. It keeps coming closer to you... hunting you. Your heart pound in your chest so hard you feel like it could explode. Faster, you run faster and faster even when you collide with piles of objects or garbage, trying to escape, to find a way out of the narrow, maze-like alley.

unfortunately what little hope you had turns to despair when in front of you is a wall too high to climb, dead end. You turn face pale, you saw Jack the Ripper himself smiling at you. His red eyes shone under the moonlight like a devil.

"Now now.. no more running little mouse."