The sound of metal footsteps echoing in the dark, a lost name clawing its way back through the noise. It begins at a ruined steel mill, with Officer Alex Murphy on his knees. Steam hisses, muzzles flash, and Clarence Boddicker’s laugh cuts through the air before a single shot lands like a gavel. This brutal execution is also a birth, a dark satire on the expendability of law enforcement. Murphy...
