Something old is waking up in Worcester. Whispers from beneath the soil, murmurs in the archives, a faint rustling in the pages of forgotten history. Let’s just say not everyone’s content to stay silent in the afterlife. We’ve been in contact with certain… former residents… those with unfinished opinions and an eye still fixed on the city they once called home.
From beyond the gates of Hope and other less mentionable places, a chorus is gathering. What they have to say won’t always be polite, or timely, or even particularly coherent—but it will be loud.