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?