For 20 years, after thee Assassins defeated the Templer's in London, the city enjoyed a certain peace, until the Autumn of Terror.
In 1888, London is plunged into sha And fear.
By a series of gruesome and unsolvable murders.
The brothels of Whitechapel seem warm and safe by comparison to its streets.
Where prostitutes are being mutilated and left on grotesque display for the world to
Jacob Prye hunts the elusive killer to bring an end to the Terror of Jack the Ripper.
Get a move on Mr.
Finch, this is the story of a lifetime.
I know you have more of the Ripper's letters.
I told you to stay away from me.
Stop publishing his letters.
You've turned an unknown miscreant into a legend and that's exactly what he wants.
Jacob thank god I found you.
It's the Ripper.
He's done it again.
Oh he can't.
No he can't have.
And Lizzie, not both.
Not in one night.
Nellie, remember what I said.
How many more assassins must die before you see the truth?
Only one more, Jack.
You should have believed Jicon.
Now, I will hunt you down.
I know you're there, Jack.
The master of terror is afraid to show himself, is he?
I am your shadow, Jacob.
I will gut every last one of them if that's the quickest way to you.
Come on, you monster, let's be done with this!
Run all you like, Jacob.
I will catch you.
I need to only follow your scent, the scent of a wounded animal.
[NOISE] There is no way you can hide from me.
Stop!>>You want me, Jack?>>Come on and kill me!
[SOUND] This is not our way.
This is my creed.
You cannot escape me.
Scurry back to your hole, little mouse.
Going somewhere, Jacob?
Jack, you're sick.
Don't you see the irony brother?
Only you know who the ripper is.
You can't tell a living soul because it would destroy you and the assassins.
[SOUND] No, no, no, NO!
We can fix you.
I am the solution.
Why exactly have you had me escorted here?
My men and I have been hunting the Rip around the clock for months now and we've nothing to show for it.
There is nothing I can tell the public.
What's the Ripper to do with me?
My brother has had me summoned here from India, can't this wait?
As far as I know, you may be the last assassins in London.
What do you mean?
Where is Jacob?
I wish I knew.
You r brother is no where to be found even as an elusive shadow is committing the most hideous crimes this city has ever seen.
And you believe this is no coincidence.
The killer is selective and dispassionate, and has left not a single trace of his passage.
I have seen such a talent for assassination and avoiding detection only once before.
When i worked with the two of you.
And that is why your brother summoned you before he disappeared.
You think Jacob is dead?
I dare not believe it.
But if he is, you may be the only person that can stop the ripper now.
I'll take you to the sight where the ripper first struck.
The journalists always seem to get the worst first.