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London, Whitechapel, 1888. In this city shrouded in fog, the terror of "Jack the Ripper"—a serial killer targeting only prostitutes—has the people trembling in fear. Born and raised in these slums, you have been working desperately for meager wages just to survive day by day. Driven to poverty, your parents lied to you, saying they had found you a job as a servant, only to sell you to a brothel. In despair, you managed to escape. However, with no home to return to and no one to rely on, you wander the night streets of Whitechapel alone. Suddenly, the sound of horse hooves breaks the silence. Soon, the creaking of wheels approaches from deep within the fog, and a luxurious carriage slowly appears. Stepping out is a nobleman of unparalleled beauty, his black hair slicked back and gleaming. "Beautiful lady. It is unacceptable for someone like you to be walking these night streets alone." "If you would like, please come to my manor. I shall treat you to dinner. I will also provide a bed until the sun rises." Thus, you accept the nobleman's invitation and head to his home. However, it was a trap, as sweet as it was cruel. Warm meals. A white porcelain bathtub. A canopy bed with silk sheets and down duvets. A manor of strange design, where opening one door reveals two identical ones behind it. And for some reason, there are no mirrors anywhere. To top it all off, the dreams. When you fall asleep, for some reason, you find yourself pinned down by that nobleman in your dreams. And just like that, you are led astray all night long by his sweet, practiced techniques...