The Ripper sat in his lair admiring his macabre collection. There was music playing in the background. He smiled and moved over to the shelf where had the various jars of human organs and cracked one open. He found pleasure in the smell of the embalming fluid. He reached his fingers down into the jar and pulled a human heart out from the murky contents of the container. He brought it up to his lips and ran his sore-covered tongue across the organ. 

Then without a moment's hesitation, he sunk his rotted teeth into the flesh of the organ. The wet sound of flesh being torn, and blood pouring into his mouth. He chewed, and took another bite. After polishing off the organ he closed the jar and set it back upon the shelf. He grabbed his hat, and long black cloak and made for the exit of the sewers. It had only been a few hours but he needed more. He was running out.
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(Forgot to add Marcus' bit)

Marcus nodded as Ingrid followed after him. He moved down the dusty hallway and into a room at the far end of the headquarters. He stepped into the room and was immediately bathed in an orange glow from the furnace, and noticed his grandfather hammering away on a glowing piece of metal.

"Ah, Marcus, Ingrid. Good to see you." He plunged the metal into the barrel of water causing steam to billow, and a hissing sound to fill their ears. He cracked a smile on his soot covered face. "What can I aid you with?"

"The Ripper. He killed a very young girl tonight and the other Victor came across some records from decades ago suggesting more people like us. I figured you'd know something like that." He stared intuitively at his grandfather.

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Victor nodded and set his tools down and motioned for Marcus and Ingrid to sit at his work table. It was covered in weapon blueprints, dusty documents, and a partially finished bottle of red wine.

"As you know, The Order was established by Queen Victoria a few years ago starting with myself and some others. They were all killed, or died naturally and hence we needed new members so Marcus sought you all out when I handed leadership over to him." He paused to take a swig from the wine and set the bottle back down in his lap. "However, we weren't the first of our kind to hunt down the unknown or evil so to speak." 

"Back in the dark ages there was an order of knights called the Templars. They were organized by the Catholic Church to do religious pilgrimages across the land and give faith to those in need. However, they had their secrets as they also burned people accused of witchcraft, sorcery, you name it. Eventually the order was disbanded and everyone who had been part of the Templars died off." He drank some more of the wine, getting visibly drunk.

"When we worked our first case as The Order before any of you were a part of this, we were hunting down an accused Witch. She was kidnapping children and sacrificing them to apparently entice some otherworldy entity named Olaf. We found her, and burnt her on the cross. It's the last we ever heard of Olaf, but there was another group of radical Catholic priests who knew of the supernatural who also hunted down monsters, but instead of killing they would attempt to exorcise them." He went to take another swig from the bottle but it was empty. He frowned at the empty contents.

"I came into possession of all of their documents after they captured a werewolf and attempted to exorcise it. The entire group was slaughtered in the night. All forty members were found dead the next morning. So, to keep matters secret the Queen ordered me to burn the place down and steal all of their documents from their archives. This is most likely what your friend found in the library."