in the year 2023, at scotland yard in london, detective william and detective peterson were working on a case about a cerial killer. he claimed to be the soul of the Yorkshire ripper but the identity of the person it is will be forever unknown, until now.
'i just dont get it, 4th of october 1975 he was arrested, died 23rd of September 2019 by a riot.' peterson exclamed in a confused manner.
'look, the man is probaly trying to confuse us, goasts arnt real. its just a outcast that watched 1 too many saws' william replied 'anyway, he uses different techniques to kill, 1 killer would have made a single way to kill, like a stab in the neck then in the head. it must be a gang' william sips some water to ease his neck.
'anywho... ill just be-' someone shoots william in the head.
'HOLY SHI-' peterson's body flys back but lands in the same seat. he sees William infront of him 'QUICK DUCK!'
william lowers his head as a bullet brushes past him.
peterson turns to see a group of people with guns heading straight for parliament.
they both reply 'oh no'