Jack the Ripper

London’s East End in 1888 is a world plunged into darkness. Whitechapel, a slum of crumbling tenements, teems with desperate families, immigrants, and women forced into prostitution to survive. Narrow alleyways are choked with filth. By candle or gaslight, destitute crowds eke out an existence on rotting food, scraping by as best they can amid disease and crime. Police patrol in ones and twos, exhausted and poorly trained, barely able to manage the daily grind of theft, violence, and unrest. Meanwhile, London’s wealthy elite turn a blind eye, their carriages rolling past on better-lit streets of the West End; Worlds apart in comfort, but mere miles away in distance. The wretchedness of Whitechapel seethes with anger and hopelessness, ignored by Victorian society until, suddenly, a series of horrors begin to unfold in the shadows—a wave of violence that will force all of London to take notice…