Weatherfield is still reeling. Streets once filled with laughter are now haunted by silence, memorials, and the lingering scent of smoke.

The Corriedale disaster didn’t just break cars — it broke souls.

Families crumble under the weight of grief. Lovers drift apart.

Old wounds reopen as everyone searches for someone to blame, someone to hate, someone to save.

The town itself feels cursed.

This wasn’t just an accident — it detonated into a generational wound, leaving scars that stretch beyond repair and rewriting the legacy of every family touched by that road.

But amid the rubble, resilience flickers. One by one, survivors find their voices — and their rage. They won’t let the truth stay buried under twisted metal and lies.

This isn’t just tragedy — it’s rebirth born in fire. Forever burned, forever changed.