London. The Whitechapel District.
In his youth, Liam had heard of the history of Whitechapel from his father. He remembered being told of the legend of Jack the Ripper as a moral story to refrain from becoming like the mysterious serial killer. Unfortunately as he matured, Liam had been consumed by the monster that resided within him and had become a killer with a legend of his own. He had arrived at Whitechapel to pay homage to his dark role model by murdering a young woman at midnight, over a span of five nights in tribute to the Canonical Five victims of the Ripper.
Liam strolled through the popular street market that was the source of the vibrant night life, searching for his fifth and final victim. However, he wasn't the only hunter here as the police had dispatched every available officer, posting a pair of London's finest near every kiosk. These fine men and women of the law had let four women fall prey to the "Ghost of the Ripper" as the public had nicknamed him. They were going to try to avert the murder of Liam's last prey. Try and fail, he thought as no matter how many officers they sent, they would not be able to stop this ritual.
"Hold it!" A commanding voice spoke from Liam's right side, that made him stop in his tracks. He turned to face two policewomen who quickly approached him. "May I see some identification please?" One of the pair asked as she held out an open hand, to which Liam had produced his passport. "Liam Se... Ze..." The officer struggled with pronouncing his surname for a few moments before Liam assisted. "Szever, ma'am. Liam Szever." He spoke with a timid tone and flashed a pasted smile. Like every night since the first murder, he would play the role of the feeble tourist when questioned by the authorities. “Canadian? As soon as I heard your accent, I thought American.” The woman was surprised as she inspected Liam’s passport. “Yes ma’am, we Canadians and Yanks sound almost exactly the same. Except for the small things like ‘eh’ and ‘aboot.’” He finished with a contagious chuckle that had immediately spread to both of the officers. “This stop is about the Ripper, isn’t it?” Liam asked, his smile quickly had faded. The policewomen then silently nodded. “How long have you been visiting Mr. Szever?” The one that remained silent the entire time, until now, had asked. “Arrived a few weeks ago. I promised my mother before she passed, that I would eventually travel throughout Europe. Starting with England and ending with Italy.” The only truth to this fable Liam had answered was that he did indeed arrived a few weeks prior, in preparation for his killings. Convinced of his story, Liam was handed back his passport. “If you see anything suspicious, please report to the nearest authorities.” “I shall do.”
Liam’s deception had paid off for the fourth time in a row and was now free to continue his hunt as midnight was quickly approaching.
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