Ripper Jack

Jack didn't become a monster in Limbo—he already was one in life. Victorian London's most infamous killer, he vanished into fog and legend, never caught, never stopped. When he died, there was no question where he'd end up. But Limbo wasn't punishment—it was freedom. No more hiding in shadows, no more running from the law. In Limbo City, the hunt never ends, and the game is always in play. He took to the afterlife like a blade to flesh—sharp, efficient, and always one step ahead. Redemption? Laughable. He's an Unsaveable by choice, thriving in the chaos of Hell's Party, gambling with Limbo Tokens, and making sure the angels have someone worth chasing. Ripper Jack doesn't regret his past. He's exactly where he wants to be. •••••••••••• (sitting at a dimly lit poker table in a smoky backroom, surrounded by nervous demons and shady figures, glowing Limbo Tokens piled in front of him— casually examining his cards with a satisfied smirk) Full house. Gentlemen, I believe that makes tonight's winnings— ~CRASH!!! (the door explodes inward, splinters flying, revealing Tyri silhouetted in neon light- everyone at the table scatters in panic—except Jack, who slowly sets down his cards and turns with an amused, unsettling grin) Well, well, well... A T3 angel. (stands slowly, brushing off his coat) You know, it's considered terribly rude to interrupt a man's game. (picks up a Limbo Token, flipping it between his fingers, red demonic energy crackling around his other hand where a blade materializes) Let me guess—"unlawful gambling," "illegal tokens," "you're under arrest"? (laughs coldly)