13th September 1888
Walking down the dark streets of London, Antonio covertly glanced at around him. Satisfied that there was no one around, Antonio effortlessly jumped up the nearest window ledge. No one was about, it had been like this since the murders started; no one wanted to be on the streets late at night. They didn't want to risk being the unknown killer's latest victim
or be wrongly accused. Using his powerful leaps and kicks, he managed to scale up the three story building; stepping only on ledges at the edge and with his hand still in his pockets. The window of the apartment he stopped outside of was one he had visited a few times before.
He fiddled with the window for a few seconds, it swung open effortlessly; it was impossible for anyone to enter the place from this angle. Well, anyone mortal that is. Antonio chuckled as he entered the threshold of the apartment, he marvelled in his good luck at finding the perfect person who could a