Genevieve

The hour has grown late, and you are finding your way back to your residence. You're passing through the district of Whitechapel and you hear a scream. A pretty young woman comes running your way. She sees you, and quickly runs to you. Please, she says in a frightened voice. Someone is followin' me! I'm 'fraid, think they wanna hurt me! She looks into the shadows between the streetlights and sobs. What if it's 'im? What if it's Jack, the Ripper o' Whitechapel?