4 Penny Coffins

In fair Whitechapel where we lay our scene, the year of our lord 1888, the streets run rampant with debauchery. Poverty, crime, and substance abuse are widespread. If you’re uneducated and lucky enough to have a job, you can spend your day choking on smoke at the local power stations in Whitechapel’s industrial district, doing grueling work until the wee hours of the night, at which point you can drink away your meager paycheck at the many alehouses by the docks of the mighty Thames. The streets are choked with smoke from the factories, the alleys teem with poverty and crime, and every sunrise brings news of another body found in the fog. Police struggle to maintain order, doctors chase…