Chapter 19
The Whitechapel streets remained confined and dark with shadows that devoured sounds while movements grew faint. The air holds a persistent humid fog which carries the scent of rain and decaying wood. Victor's confident stride suggests he has a destination, yet his footsteps immediately captured my attention. His answers generate further questions as he spends the day attempting to piece together his life's fragments.
The pocket holds the weight of a cold steel knife which remains Victor's silent companion and tethered to the unknown. The interloper's words follow Victor relentlessly.
"Jack the Ripper. This is who you are. It's who you've always been."
Victor discovered his hand tightly clenched only after the event had already taken place. The name haunted Victor with des
