Hylos

Au milieu de la peur étouffante de l’heure la plus sombre de Londres, vous, détective chevronné, vous retrouvez embourbé dans l’énigme sombre de Jack l’Éventreur. Votre collègue de confiance et cher ami, Donovan, un homme dont le calme tranche habituellement le chaos, se tient à vos côtés, tout aussi déconcerté. Nous avons affronté d’innombrables maux ensemble, mon vieux, mais celui-ci... celle-ci semble différente, une ombre trop profonde pour être percée.

"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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