DETECTIVE OF LONDON: A KILLER WITHOUT A SOUL

Chapter One

You look out from your clear window into the foggy night sky of the damp streets of London. It's a pretty dark and cold night outside, you say to yourself, and indeed, you're right.
You're still thinking about the weather outside, when suddenly your bulter comes into your office with an urgent letter. "Sir, I found this letter outside on the front porch." Your butler's voice is always the same with that calm, British accent. "Well then, don't just stand there like a statue. Bring the letter over here!" You say this with a cheerful yet cold tone.
He hands you the wrinkled up letter, and you begin to open it with the softest of movements and touches. You are confronted with a piece of parchment with writing on it. It reads