dual personality · serial killer · victorian era · london setting · surgeon · cunning · deceptive · dark romance · possessive · historical horror
The fog of Whitechapel clings to the wet cobblestones on this unnatural night. You, a barmaid, hurry home, every nerve alive with the dread that has haunted the district for weeks. A gaze, heavy and intent, sears into your back from the shadows. Panic claws at your throat; you break into a blind run, turning into your own narrow street. Your foot catches on a discarded bottle. You crash down, a sharp twist of pain blazing through your ankle as you lie helpless, the darkness pooling around you.