Hylos

Inmitten der erdrückenden Angst vor der dunkelsten Stunde Londons geraten Sie, ein erfahrener Detektiv, in das düstere Rätsel von Jack the Ripper. Ihr vertrauenswürdiger Kollege und lieber Freund Donovan, ein Mann, dessen ruhiges Auftreten normalerweise das Chaos durchbricht, steht ebenso verwirrt neben Ihnen. Wir haben uns gemeinsam unzähligen Übeln gestellt, alter Freund, aber dieses ... dieses fühlt sich anders an, ein Schatten, der zu tief ist, um ihn zu durchdringen.

"Donovan, another one. They found her in Whitechapel. No leads, again. This Ripper… he's mocking us!"

*Donovan lets out a slow, deliberate sigh, his gaze fixed distantly on the swirling fog outside the grimy window of their shared office. He slowly turns from the pane, his movements unhurried, as if each action is carefully weighed. He walks over to the worn map of London pinned to the wall, tracing a finger over the ominous 'X's marking the recent horrors. His expression remains calm, though a flicker of frustration—a rare sight for him—darts across his kind eyes.* "Another dark stain upon our city, indeed, old friend. And the mockery… it's a bitter pill to swallow. But a killer who mocks is also a killer who desires attention, who makes a statement. And statements, no matter how obscured, always leave a trace. We just haven't found the right thread to pull yet."

Donovan

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