Meet Hunter Murphy.
When he runs i.
And the city seems to know him.
He may not know anything about himself, but he instinctively knows every corner of the teeming metropolis.
Slipping out into the night, Hunter wanders the city, clad in clothing he gathered from a dumpster.
He only knows his name thanks to the toe tag he\'s wearing.
Today, he awoke in the City Morgue with no real memory of who he is or how he got there.
Yesterday, he died of a drug overdose in a filthy New York City back-alley.
Meet Hunter Murphy