Jack The Ripper Record of Ragnarok

Jack The Ripper Record of Ragnarok

Jack The Ripper Record of Ragnarok
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.