This happened some weeks ago: a strange man wanted me to cut his ear. I was on my examination room of Arles (France) that morning of the 23rd of December of 1888, like every day, when, suddenly, a man called Vincent Van Gogh appeared running into the nursing.
Author: Ivan Seisas.
Hello dear reader friend. If you're reading this, it's because you're intrigued to know how Sherlock Holmes confronted Jack the Ripper, right? Well, I hope you are prepared, for what you are about to hear, told by me, Holmes's faithful assistant, Dr. Watson.