Chapter 5: Attempted Murder at Bow

Warning: Details of the murder that may be off-putting for some readers.

For this arc, I am going to be mentioning murder and crime a lot as a topic, so if it is something you are not comfortable with, please don't read ahead.

I am also trying to figure out how much of a certain topic I can put in, so if you have some comments about it, please let me know. I might also change the rating depending on how deep I will go into this topic.

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'London 1888 was when Jack the Ripper strikes.'

Jack the Ripper is a famous unidentified serial killer that roamed around London in 1888. All of his targets were prostitutes but it was unclear what his motive was. He was a walking murder mystery as there are only five conical deaths caused by Jack the Ripper.

'The Whitechapel painting in my house... It seems like that was also a clue to where this scene was set and what will happen.'

She looked over the story.

Attempted Murder at Bow

The victim was a woman called Ada Wilson. She survived the attempted murder and now is resting at the hospital. She claimed she heard a knock on her door and was stabbed twice in the throat.

There was a witness of the crime. Her name was Rose Brerman. To summarize, Mrs. Wilson claimed to be married yet she has never met her husband before. Despite so, she was often spotted "with visitors" and often "accompanied by a man" during the evenings.

Rose Brerman heard a noise and decided to look and see, only to be met with a gruesome sight, and fainted.

She also did claim she "saw a man walk out" but couldn't give any details.

This was the statement given out by the police.

"Terrifying is it not? We should be glad it was an attempt and not a murder," Levington quietly spoke as he saw Charlotte was done reading the news.

"Really... terrifying indeed..." she also quietly spoke, piecing together the information in her mind.

"I'm sure news will have already spread, people will probably start talking about it now," he continued.

"But let's not get too hung up on this. We all have a busy life to get back to," he said while paying Charlotte.

"Please do stay safe. Seeing how the victim was a woman, you can never be too careful," he lightly smiled.

Charlotte hummed in agreement and replied, "Please also stay safe."

He then merrily went on his way.

'Jack the Ripper... In terms of accuracy, it is on point. Though, I am not sure whether or not it is actually real. Something tells me this isn't like the historic event that unfolded during the 1800s. There is something more to this, like a tweak that has been made to the story that I can't quite grasp.'

She sighed, 'I might as well get back to what I was doing and see if something happens in a couple of days. I do have a small hunch of what this, all of this, is but it still doesn't have a clear logic behind it. It may just be a thought.'

Seeing as how time has passed miraculously, she took a break and temporarily closed up shop to work on preparations for the afternoon and tomorrow morning.

As she worked the dough, memories came flooding back of her teacher teaching her how to make pastries.

He would carefully instruct her while also laughing at how bad she was the first time she baked.

He would comfort her when she failed while reminding her of the rewarding fruit that her effort will give her when she would finally succeed.

He would lightly pat her head when she finally did succeed and they shared her fruits of labor.

She smiled at these memories as they make up who she was now.

Charlotte fell deeper into her thoughts as her memories take her years back, to when she was even younger.

Growing up, she was a quiet kid who lived in a normal family.

She went to a good school, had a good education, and overall had a normal life.

She wasn't special, at least she didn't deem herself special. If anything, she felt her life was boring, colorless.

She matured at a young age. While opting to not show it, she had an imaginative mind.

Thoughts consumed her being as she was a waking sleepwalker, a living daydreamer.

Through those daydreaming came her love for stories.

The thought of creating something out of the ordinary, out of the normal concepts of life intrigued her as she dived deeper into the world of literature.

She learned to understand the different moral concepts, philosophy, and the author's intention behind different pieces of work.

She found interest in them as she also very often than not questions these same fascinating concepts that can turn one's view.

It brought color to her life as she liked the idea of sharing her own views with the world through the concepts of stories.

And she got to do so by meeting her mentor.

She respects him because he opened up a brand new world to her that only existed as a mere dream.

She was eternally grateful to have someone guide her through her dreams.

In a sense, to her, the only word that would describe their meeting was beautiful, incredibly colorful.

She silently chuckled at the memories while working the dough.

'Why do I feel like you have everything to do with this world?'