New! Winding through the twists and turns of the darkened alley, you catch glimmers out of the corner of your eye: is that a human shape slinking behind you in the shadows or just the steam shimmering off the cobblestone street? The gruesome tales of The Ripper here in London are the stuff of legend but surely you're safe during daylight hours, as shaded and foggy as they may be...right? You're almost through the alley as you pass the nondescript wooden door rumored to belong to Dr. Jekyll when your heart skips a beat at a tinny clink of metal on the stone wall. You turn to catch the glint of a blade slashing through the fog.