The following contains supernatural horror, violence, and LGBTQ+ content. Intended for readers 18+.
My name is Silhouette Cacciatrice. I have a gene in my DNA that lets me travel through time when I fall asleep. The Breach sent me to Whitechapel, London. August 1888.
You know why.
I document what I find. I record what happens. I say the names of the people history forgot to say them for. And when the assignment is complete I bring the recordings home and I transfer them and I leave them here — for you Futures, for the women who come after me, for anyone who needs to know what actually happened and not the version the record kept.
This is not a ghost story. This is a case file.
Welcome to the dossier.
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