Cold, dreary, and quiet. It is said that down below one can hear the weight of one’s own sins. The murmurs of lost souls often greet the surface for those that put their ears to the earth. Why is it that you ask? It is because they are jealous of the living you see, they were not moved there of their own free will long ago, and the dead do not easily forget the misdeeds of the living.
-Oliver The Orator
A Cloaked Figure With Lantern Walks The Catacombs.
The Former Residents. . .
Of Paris watch over Gregor Bousteau as he slowly wanders through the tunnels of The Underworld. He whispers to them Riddles that only they understand.