CLOSER AND CLOSER, SHE COMES. FASTER AND FASTER, HE KILLS.

The Ripper kills and kills and kills again, leaving their bodies where they fall. He cuts and cuts and cuts again, not content until he's killed them all.

The weight of the world is on Special Agent Meredeth Connelly's shoulders. Madness has driven the Ripper into a frenzy. He moves to the rhythm of the knife, and each night, he takes another life. He leaves her messages. She's heard them all before

Eight little whores with no chance of Heaven
Seven little whores, beggin' for a shilling
Six little whores, glad to be alive
Two little whores, shivering with fright.

With someone recreating Jack the Ripper's crimes, is any woman safe?