Eyeless Jack was walking through the dark streets, his scalpel held in a gloved hand. His menacing figure could strike fear in even the bravest of men. Behind his mask, he was salivating at the thought of the delicious kidneys he would tear out of his victims and feast on. Sure, the other organs were good, but kidneys were the best. And the blood, feeling it on his skin… damn, he was getting distracted. He had victims to hunt and kill after all. He shook his head, getting back on track.