He walked down the stairs and placed his Tulwar, and revolver on the weapons rack and moved off towards the library where Ingrid, and Victor were situated. He took a seat at their table, and groaned. He was a little sore from hauling the body around and was soaked in rain, and mud from digging up the grave.
"Evening." He mumbled as he closed his eyes and attempted to relax.
The Ripper scurried away quickly up the ladder and out of sight. Someone was tracking him, but he had lost them after the man had fallen from his carriage. He made his way to an old sewer system beneath the Thames and entered a gloomy room. The room was damp, and dark with hints of mold growing on the walls. It had a strong scent of decay wafting from it with various organs stored in jars, and what appeared to be various bits of human skin nailed to various bits of the walls.
He lit a candle and produced the liver from his latest victim and placed it up to his nose and smelled the organ. He made a sort of disgusting gurgling sound as he smelled the organ, and placed it in a jar. He turned around and removed his hat revealing thinning white hair, and an extremely pale face stained with the blood of all the victims he's devoured. His teeth are blackened, and rotting. His eyes are soulless, and pure white with black bags under them. He licks his cracked, rotting lips with a tongue covered in sores and seeping with pus.
He withdrew his knife that he had used to slit the girl's throat, and licked the blood clean from his weapon. Making sounds of pleasure as he done so.