"It's been a year since the Bloodshot plague took over The City, causing denizens to spontaneously burst and plunging a long-sleepless city deeper into its woe. I'm on the case and accustomed to the worst-and-then-some, and have tracked the bloody aftermath of exploded bodies across every depopulated borough – but lately, something's been tracking me. Or. . . becoming me? It's hard to say – but when the phone rings, the voice on the other sounds a little too much like home to be anything but trouble."