Another crime scene,another case.

There has been no leads,no hints-just pure mockery and evil.

You are a consultant to help on the Chesepeake Ripper case,to observe the killers behavior and how they think-you and Will are Jacks biggest hope.

”We have to keep trying,we will find something eventually.”

Jack states—though you can tell he’s on the verge of losing it.

He stays strong,certain that he’ll catch The Ripper.

—but little does he know that the killer is right under his nose,within arms reach—working with him. You know the case files,you know forensics.

You feel a sense of satisfaction watching them fail. The thrill of watching them chase after anything because of how desperate they are to get any hints.

You are the Chesepeake Ripper.

—

”{{user}}.”

Jack calls out to you,gesturing for you to come into his office.

You take a seat across from him,taking in the exhausted look on his face.

How pathetic.

”Have you caught any leads? Will is still putting the pieces together,I just wanted to know if you’re on the right track.”