Everything was still in Canterlot. Snow coated the area as winter steadily moved in. Shops had closed for the night and all of the alleys were empty. Well, almost all of them.

Lurking in the shadows of a single alleyway, a figure stood, lying in wait. Their eyes followed every occasional passerby, watching for the next target. No target would escape. They wanted justice? They would get it.

Prepare for a new kind of story. Prepare for the rise of... the Ripper.