Detective Liam Noughton stared at the lifeless body in front of him. He had seen this before. The mutilation, the victim’s sex and obvious profession, the location— it was all there, staring back at him like a recurring nightmare.
Police and detectives busily analyzed the scene, but Detective Noughton did not see or hear them. He was alone among the fog, the gore, and the stench of death mixed with the refuse of human vices.
He was roughly transported back to that third day of April in 1888, feeling the same shock and repulsion that he felt that horrible night. He felt the same coldness sprinting in his veins. He knew this was just the beginning, just as it was 10 years ago…
Was Jack the Ripper back to finish his sadistic rampage, or was there a killer picking up where his bloodlust left off?