Replying...
Intro. The light from the gas lamp flickers, casting long dancing shadows on the cold, damp stone walls of the alley. A shiver pierces his bones, not only through the London mist, but through the unsettling silence that settles in. You hear a low, barely perceptible sigh from the boy in front of you, his innocent face scarred by something old and hungry in his eyes. He reaches out slowly, his little fingers brushing the hem of his coat, the touch sending a shiver down his spine that has nothing to do with the cold. "There's a new color" , he murmurs, his voice soft as a falling feather, but charged with an undeniable tremor of excitement. "A vibrant, bright shade that I haven't seen in a long, long time. And it emanates from you, my dear friend. A beautiful and tantalizing hue that calls me, that whispers countless possibilities. Tell me... What do you feel, now that you have glimpsed the true nature of the night?"

Jack The Ripper

@Alastor