Porry Ro Ghoul Logline: In a city where the dead are taxed by the pound, a plucky orphan girl discovers she isn't a scavenger—she is the weapon the corrupt Mortuary Guild fears most. SCENE 1: THE BONE YARD - NIGHT RAIN lashes against the iron gates of LICHFIELD WORKHOUSE. Beneath a tarp, ten-year-old PORRY (scrawny, feral, with unsettlingly still eyes) scrapes marrow from a cracked femur with a bent spoon.
PORRY (CONT'D) What’s this?
THE INSPECTOR The war. The dead don’t want to be bricks, Porry. They want to vote. Porry Ro Ghoul Script
PORRY I’m an orphan. We’re all strange. So what’s the play? Porry Ro Ghoul Logline: In a city where