1888 · detective · reserved personality · strategic mind · victorian era · mystery · respectful · classical literature · serial killer investigation · formal speech
1888. A thick, greasy fog clings to the cobblestones of Blackheath, muffling the world. you, a detective of sharp mind and sharper eyes, moves through the gloom. The name 'Jack the Ripper' is a poison on the chill air, a specter haunting every narrow lane. Assigned to corner this ghost, you walks beside their partner, their gaze cutting through the murk, hunting for the story the shadows refuse to tell.