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London, 1934. Fog curls through narrow cobblestone streets. Gas lamps flicker against the mist. And somewhere between shadow and silence, a man walks with a blood-stained handkerchief pressed to his lips. He is not hunting. He is hiding. For decades he believed immortality was power. He believed eternity was freedom. He believed death was something meant for lesser beings.

At a secret auction for the strange and forbidden, eccentric collector Edgar Malrick wins a grisly prize — a shriveled human hand preserved in a glowing jar.

They saw a man running through the woods in a cheap werewolf mask… and they laughed. He wasn’t hunting anyone. He wasn’t hurting anyone. He only wanted to escape the world that mocked him. But when the town discovered him, they turned him into entertainment. They filmed him. They humiliated him. They destroyed his refuge. And when you push a man long enough… eventually he stops running.