Chaka
Cuddle-fiend
A couple of streets over from where you left the others with the injured boy, and it's only a few minutes' walk to the next-nearest crime scene. A cold breeze blows up around you, and you can hear faint sounds of revelry coming from some of the pubs along the street. You've moved down a few streets and are just off Old Compton Street, the heart of the local gay village. You're at a rough midpoint between Bridle Lane and the Seven Dials.