Marcus nodded.

"Most of the victims are being found near the Thames, correct?" He pointed to all the kills, each of them happening within a few minutes walk to the river. He then pointed to numerous buildings in the area. 

"That means he has to operating near there. This means he resides in some place that's dark, damp, and cold." He grabbed the bottle of his grandfather's wine and set it aside.

"We need you sober, grandfather."
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Victor sighed and watched as his grandson hid the bottle of wine.

"From what you're telling me in terms of organ theft, it sounds like a Ghoul. Most of his victims are found near the Thames, and in alleyways surrounding the area. It also explains him residing somewhere damp, and cold. It slows down the decaying process in dead flesh." He produced a torn up piece of paper from inside his robes and set it down on the table. He pointed to it with a soot-covered finger.

"Luckily, they can be killed with most of our weaponry as long as it can destroy the brain. I've only hunted a handful of Ghouls, but none of them have really been this unique. Most will target aimlessly and kill anything, however our friend here must retain some of his human essence. He only targets women correct? None of his victims have been confirmed as men. Except for one." He spun the piece of paper around showing it to the group gathered around the table.

"One of the victims was a confirmed transvestite. A man in woman's clothing. This explains it slightly. Our Ghoul still has a thought process and doesn't thrive on pure instinct alone." He re-attached his wooden leg and hobbled over to one of his weapon racks and produced an oddly discolored jar with something floating around inside of it. He set the jar down on the table and popped off the lid and removed a slightly decayed, and moldy human heart. The stench of rotting flesh exploding into the room.

"You can't use living bait, but he'll be drawn to this. I've had this little beauty for a while now. No Ghoul will be able to resist this." He placed it back into the jar and handed it to Sir Easton.