Living on the streets of a dump like Pinnacle City, there’s only two things to keep you going: A pack of cigarettes and the feeling that there’s more than this. There was something rotten in that rundown place. You were in over your head, but you were too proud to admit it. It was your pride that killed your partner. With the hospital burned to a crisp and nothing to exonerate you, they threw you in jail. For ten years you were haunted by unanswered questions and unspeakable horror, frightened by what you saw, what you did – and what you could still do. Now you’re…