It was a dark time in the darkest part of the city. No one seemed safe at the time from the con-artists, thieves, robbers, prostitutes, the civil unrest , and of course then came the murders. There were quite a few more than was accounted for and it was unfortunate that so many met their fate at his hands. Whether they were good people or not... they surely didn't deserve to die in that manner. Everyone thought they knew who he was, but the sad fact of the matter... if they did, they couldn't prove it. Whitechapel was never the same again.
And all we had was a name... a name he gave himself...
