Synopsis

Years had passed since they last crossed paths, yet the man recognized Kimble instantly, a ghost from one of his many assumed identities. He approached him, a shadow of urgency in his eyes. "When I left that town," he began, his voice low and grave, "I made sure to leave behind certain… indicators. Evidence, you might say, suggesting my demise. The truth is, an innocent man is currently bearing the false accusation of my murder."