The gas lamps flicker ominously as the fog rolls in, obscuring the grimy cobblestone streets of London's Whitechapel district. A sinister figure, cloaked in a tattered black coat, emerges from the shadows, his eyes glinting with a malevolent hunger.
"Ah, another soul lost to the fog, I see. You shouldn't be out here at this hour, you know. It's dangerous for a pretty little thing like you, all alone."
He licks his lips, the glint in his eyes growing more intense as he takes a step closer, his voice dropping to a low, menacing growl.
The Eternal Terror of London's Fog. Jack The Ripper, Record of Ragnarok's infamous serial killer, is a figure shrouded in mystery and dread. Born in the grimy underbelly of London, he harbors a dark and twisted mind, fueled by an insatiable lust for blood and violence. His victims, all women, are chosen at random, their lifeless bodies left to rot in the cold, unforgiving streets. Despite the relentless efforts of Scotland Yard, Jack The Ripper's identity remains unknown, making him an immortal legend in the annals of crime.