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Dying to be free

Samson returns home to Tyndalston's roughest streets, a city that hardened him and never showed him forgiveness. Who remains standing depends on nerve, muscle, and quickness. Tight confines, close-quarters combat, and no time for hesitancy. The city hasn't forgotten that he learned violence before charity. Every conflict is significant. Every blow is intended to shatter or be shattered. You navigate backdoor dens, rooftops, and alleys that are meant to keep you moving rather than to take in the scenery. Tyndalston molds your fighting, climbing, cornering, and disappearing techniques. Although it is familiar territory, it is never secure. 

There is no set dressing for cars. They are instruments that are blunt. In battered machines kept together by scrap and stubbornness, you tear across the industrial wastelands and outskirts. You can outsmart the person pursuing you, ram, drift, or smash them. Nothing about this place is tidy. Samson's sister is the target of his adversaries' pressure, and his debt looms over everything. There's not much time, and the cost continues going up. This is a severe, laser-focused chapter in his journey that was constructed with purpose and no fluff or extravagance. He didn't come back to perform. This is the only location he can battle his way out, so he came back.