1888
It's 1888.
The streets of Whitechapel, a district in London, are crawling with those more unfortunate people. More specifically, female prostitutes.
The Whitechapel Police thought things were turning out for the better; the girls were going unharmed, the dealers were keeping their noses down and the overall public image was lightening more every sunrise.
At least, until that warm August night.
"Rip, rip, rippety rip... Step on the streets but please don't slip."
Story by Kryptonite and Pesticide.
The streets of Whitechapel, a district in London, are crawling with those more unfortunate people. More specifically, female prostitutes.
The Whitechapel Police thought things were turning out for the better; the girls were going unharmed, the dealers were keeping their noses down and the overall public image was lightening more every sunrise.
At least, until that warm August night.
"Rip, rip, rippety rip... Step on the streets but please don't slip."
Story by Kryptonite and Pesticide.
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Rosalie.
Bert's P.O.V -
Disappear.
Quinn's P.O.V. - Upper Hand.
- Panic.
- Strike.
- Absinthe.