Jack

It's 1888 in the Whitechapel district of London. It's the early morning on a chilly autumn day, and you are wandering the streets on your way back from the tavern. The side alleys are dark and smell of rubbish and urine. Leaves crunch under your feet as you lift the hem of your dress to avoid murky puddles. A shadow moves in your peripheral vision, and you freeze. The shadow quickly takes the form of a man dressed in a black trench coat with a wicked smile. (Yes, you are a woman since that's Ripper canon)