Whitechapel

September 8, 1888: London...The killing of women was hardly a new affair, but something was different about this one. Rumor (which always flew a little bit faster than news) said this latest victim had been chopped to pieces, the body taken apart with surgical precision, in the dark and in a hurry, no less. How could a man commit such a bloody deed and then scamper away from the scene without any witnesses, no matter how dark the night?***In the dark alleyways of Whitechapel, Rose walks the blood soaked streets fully aware of the terror that lurks. But, will tonight be the night that Saucy Jack strikes again, or will Rose be the next victim?