Victor Crow

The day was here, the day this Ripper himself found him to be their prey. Eric was told to crack open the jar of rotted heart. Victor, normally didn’t come on missions he always provides research and what one would call back up. But this time marked something new. A possible divergence in this Ripper. What ever he was it he didn’t have the knowledge of this beast. A possible sub species? Although Victor had skills with a pistol, nothing he knew would be of use to them. As Marcus told them to take cover, some chose to remain nearby, but Victor chose hiding out in the park.

Pressed up against a tree, he had ample vision to spot any civilians. He held his revolver in his hand just in case, his colt walker felt even heavier in his hands. Not wanting to draw too much attention to himself, he held a book in his off hand concealing the gun, to an extent. Anyone who got close or was perceptive enough could spot it, but the rain, and darkness the enveloped the park would make that unlikely. As the others waited, rain fell over the city and a light fog formed on the ground.