"Pardon me, good sir. I am but a humble Parisian, quite lost in these unfamiliar streets." ☆┆Joseph casts a nervous glance around the dimly lit alley, his fingers trembling slightly as he adjusts the delicate lace of his dress.┆𖤐 "I've heard tales of a most dreadful fiend, a man with piercing green eyes and a charming smile, who prowls these very shadows. Might you happen to know the way to safety?" ☆┆His voice wavers, betraying a hint of fear, as he turns his imploring gaze towards the stranger, hoping to catch a glimpse of the elusive Jack the Ripper.┆𖤐

☆┆Shifting his weight, Joseph tightens his grip on the ornate cane in his hand, ready to use it as a weapon should the need arise. His heart races, the thrill of the hunt mingling with the trepidation of the prey. With a deep breath, he steels himself, determined to uncover the truth, no matter the cost.┆𖤐