From the learned halls of the London Hospital to the squalid, bustling streets of Whitechapel surrounding it, life and death walk hand in glove with one another. This, somewhat fatalistic, status quo was shattered in the summer of 1888, when Jack the Ripper prowled the darkness, perfecting his 'skills' on unsuspecting women of the night. Follow us down these same dark and deadly alleyways to hidden corners and stairwells, stained with...