Chapter 17
Victor moves through Whitechapel's maze-like streets with deliberate stealth to avoid being seen. The city streets echo with the familiar sounds of yelling traders alongside the hoofbeat of horses and the occasional police whistle punctuating the rumble of carriages on cobblestones. Beneath the noisy exterior exists a hidden tension which appears unnaturally strange, as if the city performs a delicate dance on its toes.
Torn memories and flashes of anger repeatedly appear in his thoughts yet fail to reveal the truth behind them. What actions did he take before securing the knife to his wrist? Out of survival, or something worse? Emily's quick-witted barbs haunt him just as much as his last encounter with her.
The sound of those distinctive footsteps behind him pulled Victor
