If you could name the world's most famous killer who would you name?
While there are countless of scum wandering our planet, one is known as having created
the very first global media frenzy.
"A strangely horrible murder took place at Whitechapel this morning."
"The Whitechapel fiend murdered his fourth victim this morning and still continues undetected, unseen, and unknown."
"The Whitechapel fiend has again set that district and all London in a state of terror."
"The discovery to-day of the seventh Whitechapel murder, this time believed to have been committed in broad daylight and involving the most terrible wholesale mutilation it is possible to imagine, overshadows all other topics in the London mind to-night."
The whole world had it's eyes on Whitechapel, London during the span of August 1888 to November the same year.
Reason for this, was "The Whitechapel fiend", "Leather Apron" a shadow of death.
Never caught, never "unmasked.
Up to today, one would think except the victims nobody knows the real face of the fiend, the face of "Jack the Ripper".
However, it was one but man who raised a possibility that nobody else could dream of in the Victorian Age.
November 9th 1888
"So, you told me to hear out your own solution to the case, Frederick?"
Dr. Thomas Dutton, the mentor of Inspector Frederick Abberline who investigates this gruesome case, and who wrote "The Chronicle Of Crime".A man who had become embittered by the death of his son.
"Yes, please have a seat.I have prepared some tea to enjoy."
As Thomas sat down on a wooden chair, Frederick poured tea into the cups and began to speak his thoughts.
"Say, why do you think we didn't manage to get our hands on this monster yet?"
Thomas stayed in thoughts for a second and replied:
"Well for one the witness statements are too hard to collaborate.If you look at Whitechapel, the streets are narrow and poorly lit so it's also no wonder not a witness got a clear view."
"That is correct, however that's not what I mean."
Raising his Eyebrow, Thomas was wondering what Frederick could mean.
"What I mean is this, for months we are chasing after Jack, correct?"
Taking a sip out of the cup Frederick continued.
"Say.....what is the most ideal way to conceal your identity?"
"You tell me.
"Pretending to be what you're not in an excellent way."
"As in disguising themselves?We already discussed that.Of course Jack could have just tried to be someone else."
Frederick replied in a calm manner.
"What I am saying is not trying to be "someone" but "something" different."
"What are you trying to say?That Jack really is a fiend?"
Seeing that Thomas became slightly annoyed, Frederick answered.
"What if I tell you we never caught Jack because we simply never dealt with him.
But much rather, we dealt with "her".
Putting down his cup, he stared at his Mentor as if looking right through him.
"I'm saying we are dealing with Jill the Ripper!"
September 30th 1888
A voice filled the darkness, grasping for air.
After getting themselves together, in a whisper they called out.
"That's the 3rd one...."
The figure stared down onto the floor taking a step backward and a little splashing sound gave out.
"The 3rd sacrifice is made, Elizabeth Stride."
It was then that the figure heard a noise coming from street upward.
They made their way into the dark alley escaping from the scene.
However, anybody who would have heard them could confirm.
It wasn't the voice of a man......
"Sleep peacefully, my most beloved witch, Beatrice."
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