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The Imaginary vengeful Cursed Spirit Jack the Ripper was born from the collective terror of 1888 London; he is the literal manifestation of "The Great Unknown."
Unlike Special Grade spirits born from specific concepts, this entity is fueled by the Victorian public's visceral fear of the "Monster in the Fog"—a predator who could be anyone, anywhere, at any time.
A cursed spirit being the incarnation of the most notorious serial killer of the Victorian era wasn't unusual; Afterall incarnated Special Grades are the most common among their class.
And as Ethan says, Every culture harbors its own curses.
Normally, Cursed Spirits linger near their birthplaces, driven by instinct. However, highly sentient Special Grades—like Mahito, Jogo, or, in this case, Jack—can consciously override their instinct to stay, choosing to seek out new territory.
Jack was originally exorcised in May 1889 by the Ancient One. Having decided to abandon his Victorian roots for a new playground, he terrorized Johnstown, Pennsylvania, from January to May of that same year.
This culminated in a devastating final battle against the Ancient One on May 31th , which resulted in the collapse of the South Fork Dam, causing the loss of over 2,000 lives in collateral damage.
After the Battle of New York, the general collective negative emotions regarding the "unknown" skyrocketed.
While only a small fraction of the population felt this, it was enough to catalyze Jack's rebirth into the physical world in early 2013.
This version of Jack the Ripper was canonically weaker than during the height of his power in 1889, when he fought the Ancient One, though they shared the same cursed technique.
Ethan Park was the one who exorcised him this time, but rather than letting the spirit dissipate into the afterlife, Po utilized Cursed Spirit Manipulation to absorb the creature.
Ethan found it poetic that Roslind Dyer,the most infamous serial killers of the modern day, would meet her end at the hands of the incarnation of history's most infamous serial Killer: Jack the Ripper.
Roslind and Jack locked eyes until a teacup materialized on the table in front of him. Jack picked up the cup with elegant precision and began to sip slowly.
Roslind circled him, drifting toward the kitchen counter where the sharp utensils were kept. "What are you doing?" she asked.
In a crisp, high-pitched British voice, Jack replied coolly, "It's teatime, dear. I am pouring myself a cup."
Roslind reached for a pointed metal knife—the kind used to pierce meat—and slid it behind her back.
Jack gave her a side-eye. "As I gathered, a brutish termagant like you may not know this, but violence while tea is being served is considered quite rude. Would you care for a cup yourself?"
Roslind stiffened. She scanned the empty lunchroom, then made her way to the table opposite Jack and sat down.
"What happened to the guards? How are you doing this? Some kind of neuroleptic agent? Sleeping gas?" If it were sleeping gas, she wondered, why was she the only one still awake?
"How ungentlemanly of me; I haven't introduced myself. My name is Jack," he declared, standing abruptly to offer a short, mocking bow.
"And the guards in this facility are simply asleep. When they wake, they will have hazy memories—at least, that is what my 'Tiger Friend' says." Jack replied and then leaned forward, whispering as if sharing a grand secret, "But between you and me, I don't think he likes me very much. Oh, I am getting off-topic again. So, tell me: are you the little serial killer who is to be my next partner?"
Is he high, Roslind thought as she listened to the strange figure's monologue.
Jack shook off his manic energy and started walking toward Roslind. As he reached her, he dropped to one knee and offered his hand, as if asking for a dance
Roslind didn't reply; instead, she shifted her weight, searching for a better angle to strike.
"Oh, well," Jack exclaimed with a theatrical sigh. "Asking out a lady was never my strong suit."
Suddenly, Roslind felt the air leave her lungs. A few seconds passed before she could focus, and she realized what had happened: her feet were dangling. She had been lifted off the ground by her throat.
Jack's grip was inhumanly strong. Roslind didn't hesitate; she brought the metal knife down with all the strength she could muster, driving it into Jack's right eye.
A smirk broke across Roslind's face. Take that, you son of a bitch.
But then, the knife slipped from his ruined socket. The eye burned a brighter, hellish shade of red, and he tightened his grip. "Don't worry. I am just going to take a quick look at your heart. Ah... what a gorgeous color one's heart turns into when they fear for their life."
The incarnated Jack the Ripper possessed a unique, supernatural ocular ability called the "Soul Eye." Through his right eye, he perceived the emotions of others as distinct colors—a superior form of synesthesia that allowed him to read a person's true intentions and the specific, chilling "color of fear" at the moment of death.
As Roslind neared unconsciousness, Jack released her. She fell to the floor, clutching her throat and gasping for air.
"Don't worry, you aren't going to die that soon. I have you for the whole night," Jack said, producing a long, serrated knife.
"My superior's superior was very upset with you, so I assume he would want you to suffer. I hope he likes my art; I have been doing some reading on the 'Wounded Man'."
To Roslind, the knife seemed to glow under the partial moonlight filtering through the windows. She scrambled to her feet, stumbled, fell, and forced herself up again, sprinting toward the exit with every ounce of strength she possessed.
Jack simply started walking behind her, his hands swaying casually at his sides.
The next morning, the sheriff discovered Rosalind Dyer's body in the facility's lunchroom. Her corpse was positioned upright and splayed out to meticulously mimic a 16th-century medical illustration of "The Wound Man."
The "Wound Man" is a 16th-century surgical illustration depicting a human figure covered in diverse injuries—stabs, slashes, bites, and ailments—used as a medical mnemonic to navigate textbooks. One could conclude that a surgeon in 19th-century London would be quite familiar with the diagram; indeed, many authorities and the general public at the time suspected such a background defined the profession of "Jack the Ripper."
Rather than merely inflicting trauma, Jack had inserted various medical and household objects into her flesh. These included an assortment of scalpels, scissors, and his signature Liston amputation knife, each carefully placed to correspond with the specific anatomical points depicted in traditional Wound Man diagrams.
The scene was eerily "clean." Jack had utilized his surgical expertise to ensure Rosalind remained alive as the display began, resulting in a tableau that appeared more like a morbid art installation than a chaotic struggle.
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