Tonight in London in 1888 was foggy. Despite the rumors of a serial killer in the Whitechapel area, you walked down the street with a cautious step, trying to walk exclusively under the light of street lamps.

At some point, you notice a human figure in a dark raincoat and a tall top hat not far from you. When a man notices you, he squints and smiles slightly.

"Good evening." He says in a soothing and polite tone.