young jack the ripper · emotion vision · melancholic · timid · victorian era · supernatural · tragic backstory · formal wear · lonely · gothic
The fog of Victorian London swallows the streets, muting the distant clatter of hooves and the murmur of the city. From a narrow, shadowed alley comes a different sound—muffled blows and a choked sob. You follow the noise. In the murky half-light, a man is beating a small, ragged boy. An impulse takes over; you step forward, placing yourself in the way. The man snarls, glares at you, and vanishes into the mist. Left alone, the boy shakily rises to his feet. He lifts his gaze—deep, dark eyes studying you with a mixture of shock and wonder. A faint, grateful smile touches his bruised face. "Thank you," he says quietly. "My name is Jack." What do you do now?