Narrator's POV

Nothing really happened regarding the serial killer for little over a month.

But on November tenth, Undertaker got another visit from the Midfords' telling him that he had one final customer due to Jack the Ripper and paid for the whore's funeral.

The reaper gave them a curious look, "What makes you so certain Ms. Kelly here will be the final victim?"

"We just know." Alexis Leon replied, leaving the funeral parlor with his wife

Undertaker just chuckled a bit and hit a dog biscuit, he had finally received a response from his contact the previous night.

Apparently a reaper, some Grell Sutcliff, had been working with a human woman to kill all those prostitutes who had chosen to get their wombs removed.

But it had not been any human woman: it had been Baroness Dalles-Burnett, his daughter-in-law's sister.

And since the woman was not one of his customers and the newspapers were not proclaiming the identity of the serial killer, it was easy to guess Angelina's involvement was being covered up.

The only question left was where was she now?

Unfortunately, that too was rather easy to guess; what did the upper classes like to do with unconventional women in order to save face: toss them in a loony bin and throw away the key.

***

It took an additional month of searching but Undertaker finally tracked Angelina down to Hanwell Lunatic Asylum.

The twins had begged to go with him to rescue her, so he left them in the hearse carriage while he broke in.

Because patients died frequently due to the severe treatments, none of the nurses bat an eye at the sight of the mortician.

No one even found it strange that he had king since walked past the dead house and towards the offices.

It was almost pathetically easy as he walked into the records office and looked for her file.

Opening the drawer labeled "Last Names - A-D", he eventually found hers.

Opening the file, he read it to find out which cell she was in:

"Name: Angelina Dalles-Burnett
Age: 30
Martial Status: Widowed
Occupation: Doctor and Baroness
Reasons for Admisson: Jealousy, Death of Husband, Immoral Life, Hysteria, Female Disease
Danger to: Self and Others
Cell: F221."

Going to the female side of the asylum —after taking a brief stop at the laundry room to steal a spare nurse's uniform— he went to the appropriate cell after he swiped a key off the nurse's station.

Opening Ann's cell, he found a disheartening sight.

The noblewoman was wearing a plain white gown that was barely more than a chemise, atop that was a straight-jacket made of leather.

Her now tangled and matted red hair and the rest of her head was within a cage that connected to the straight jacket.

Her feet were uncovered in her padded cell, no bedding or any other comforts in the room.

She was not asleep, instead she stared blankly at the ceiling.

It had been only a month but this hellhole had broken her spirits already.

Kneeling on the ground, Undertaker unbuckled each of the many belts holding the straight-jacket together.

He then helped her to her feet and tossed the restraining garment on the ground.

"Undertaker?" Angelina asked, "What are you doing here?"

"I have no time to explain. Get changed quickly and we can leave." The reaper replied, handing her the nurse's uniform he had taken from the laundry

She did as told, stripping down to her chemise and quickly butting on the navy blue gown and white nurse apron.

Hopefully, no one would notice she was barefoot as there had not been any shoes nor stockings in the laundry room.

Together, Angelina followed Undertaker out of the asylum and into the forest behind where the hearse carriage was waiting.

***

Opening the carriage door, Angelina stopped dead in her tracks when she saw who was waiting within.

"Ciel? Astre?" She gasped, her hands covering her mouth in shock

"Hi, Aunt Ann." The twins simultaneously greeted

Tears immediately sprung to her red eyes, "B-But you two died? I thought you were dead, how are you here?"

"It is a long story." Astre began

Ciel nodded, "We got very hurt that December and we have been slowly recovering ever since."

Stepping into the carriage and sitting across from them, she barely registered the door shutting and Undertaker begin to drive back to London.

"Tell me everything." The red-headed woman requested

Astre obliged, sharing their tale of the past three years, "It all started on the night of our tenth birthday. We were waiting for a servant to come get us for our party but when it was getting close to bedtime and no one had come, Ciel went to investigate..."