"Ah, you seem surprised, guest. What disturbs you? Maybe it's our hair, or our accent?" You hear laughter in t

"Ah, you seem surprised, guest. What disturbs you? Maybe it's our hair, or our accent?" You hear laughter in the faint voice of the Wriggling Man — or a hundred voices sounding as one. "We are a thousand reflections in a thousand shards of a mirror. We were once one creature, a man. Few memories are left from our past life, but we know this person died... and didn't want to accept it. His soul clung to his flesh, even as it fell to rot, and corpse worms devouring the body. And thus we came to be."