The ripped
My name is Inspector Abeline I was the leading investigator on the Jack the Ripper case, it all started in the dirty and cramped slums of London, yes, you guessed it Whitechapel. The prime of England's filth and corruption the only happy tenants of Whitechapel were pimps, prostitutes and publicans. This district of London was crawling with crime and most of all prostitues well until the months of curiosity and fear hit London's slums. A blanket of evil and corruption swept over Whitechapel and blinded all in its path, ANY PROSTITUTE fearless enough to subject herself to danger was quickly mutilated by unknown evil. I cannot give too many details because of police regulations but i can tell you what i felt and saw in the worst months of my life.
My partner and i were put on a new case, a murder case in Whitechapel, George and I went to the first murder scene to investigate and look for clues. When I first arrived I could not believe what I saw, a woman with a deep incision to her throat the cut was from front to back was this what killed her I didn't know until an autopsy was done. The body was next to a rather small pool of blood for such a deep laceration to the throat and with no blood on her clothes or body i wondered whether or not she was actually killed where she was found. George spoke to potential witnesses and found that no-one had seen or heard anything this added to my curiosity about the victims place of death. I had told George about my thoughts at the station and we then found out that the victim was a local prostitute Mary Nichols and was last seen by a companion at around 2:30 am by this time she was hoplesly drunk.