My name is Carolyn.
I am a prostitute.
In these dark times in London, a serial killer known as the Ripper is targeting them.
His victims have their organs ripped out.
Even the womb.
The Ripper really hates night girls.
Luckily for me, I found myself a husband.
This is my final night as a sex worker.
I only have to get enough money to spend a night in one of the many hotels in London.
Normally I would have enough clients at the brothel where I work, but because of the Ripper men don't dare to go for pleasure.
I have no choice.
I have to go outside, walk through the dark streets, go to different brothels to find clients and earn money.
I leave the brothel.
I walk through the dark streets.
I hope not to run into the Ripper.
Suddenly, I come across a prostitute's corpse and I scream in terror.
She’s naked and her stomach is open.
There’s blood everywhere.
I run to get away from the body...
And I come face to face with a man wearing the outfit of a plague doctor.
He has a bloody knife in his hand.
I scream again. He's the Ripper!
I turned to run away, but he stabbed me in the back.
My breath stops.
As I fall to the ground, I hear the serial killer uttering slurs against prostitutes.
My life is slipping away.
This isn’t fair!
It was my final night as a sex worker.
I was about to start a new life with my husband.
Maybe if I hadn't screamed when I saw the body, the Ripper wouldn't have found me.
Maybe.
It doesn't matter anymore.
The serial killer stabs his knife into my flesh again, killing me.