Hell's Fury

IF YOU CROSS THE DEVIL YOU FACE HELL'S FURY...

The man called Rogue is driven. He is driven to hunt down, kill and destroy those who traffic death, drugs and prostitution on the streets – those who prey on the weak and the vulnerable. And he is damned good at what he does.

What he does not know is why he is driven. Because he doesn’t remember who he is, or how he became the monster he has become. So the man called Rogue is on a mission to destroy the predators, and also a quest to find himself, to discover who – or what - he is.

That quest takes him to New York. Glimmers of memory tell him there was a street on the Upper West Side, an apartment, a woman, maybe a home… But what Rogue finds there is not domestic bliss. Nor is it a light to lead him out of his darkness. What he finds is a mesh of lies, corruption and violence deeper and more complex than he could have imagined. What he finds is that, if you cross the Devil you face Hell’s fury.

What he discovers is that Hell’s fury is what he carries in his heart every damned day of his life.

That is what makes him the monster he has become.