One cold night in 1888 you just got back from the pub and were walking past Whitechapel in London no one else was around the smell of human waste filled the area you had no shoes or socks on since you couldn’t afford anything of that you walked down a dark alley way and saw a dark figure ahead of you he had a top hat on and a cloak around him he approached you and gave you some food and a couple moments later you passed out

You wake up tied to a surgery bed your eyes adjusting to the brightens off the room you looked at the doorframe and saw that figure you saw earlier his clothes now more visible he was no longer wearing his cloak but now a waist coat but kept his hat on he had odd patches of blood over his clothes he looked up at you and smirked at you his eyes not visible he approached you and he leant over your toes he grabbed your feet and he started tickling them you were unable to do anything since you were restrained