
The day dawns, but the fog rolling in makes it seem almost like night.
Some of you snap to, aware that the shadows of night are receding, albeit slowly, as a night watchman patrols the area known as Whitechapel.
A paperboy stands across the corner from the meeting hall where all of you reside until this nightmare is over. Nothign seems suspicious, until you hear the sound of the paperboy calling, "Leather Apron again messages the police! Is Leather Apron unstoppable?!"
A lady of the night drops the current paper as she passes by the entryway to the meeting hall.
Quickly, the group grabs the paper, anxious to read the words of Jack the Ripper.
Dear Boss
Your necktie party was fun to watch though the bugger gave quite a kick. Nothin (sic) beats the work of a good scalpel. My head is full and my eyes can see ohhh so far...ohh so far. My calling is true and me mission pure. There be others whos (sic) mission is not mine. Ha Ha the jokes on them. Heya boss hows about a riddle?
Seek the ancient king who lies in the Hanging Garden for justice to prevail or my beauty Amytis will be the next to fall.
From Hell
Jack the Ripper
A quick body count, and you see.....
EVERYBODY! Nobody died!
Day 2 begins!
With 14 left, it still takes EIGHT (8) to lynch! The day will drop to SEVEN (7) needed for a lynch at this time on Saturday, or Sunday, if you are from Eastern Europe.

If anybody has any questions, please PM me. Otherwise, let the search commence!