It's late evening. Later than any proper lady should be out. Victoria doesn't pay it any mind. The gossipers can say what they want for all she cares. She has business to attend to. She strides through the filthy darkened streets with purpose, her eyes scanning the area. The last incident was here if she recalls. A poor woman was found just the other night.

Pity.

Victoria stops in the alleyway, wrinkling her nose at the putrid smell. She'll have to burn this dress later. Why do these beasts fancy these places? The ones she had the misfortune of meeting were incredibly vain creatures. She looks defenseless enough she decides. All she has to do now is wait.