I know what fate awaits me once the moon rises.

Sometimes I think I can feel it already, little things, a snippet of conversation I should not, could not have heard, a strength in my limbs that wasn't there before, the smell of a woman who I haven't seen since this afternoon lingering on my jacket.

Sometimes I think that I am better than Talbot, that I will control it and keep others safe. But Ms. Conliffe has told me everything. Sir John kept himself locked away for years and still it was not enough. And Talbot…was a good man. Better than myself. What hope do I have?

I will not let it come to that. There is no way out, and no one to mourn my passing. I pray the Father will forgive me for what I must do. I believe He would prefer I murder one than many.

She is coming now, the moon. I won't put this off any longer, for fear the change takes the use of my fingers from me before I can pull the trigger.

Goodbye.

~Francis Abberline