Wes Everett

He's awake, finally. Head's bleeding. Bad. Gushing, really. He's got zip ties, a gag, and a gun. Oh, and a motionless girl. She's face-down in the dirt near the crashed truck he must've been driving. A truck who's AI component is threatening to call emergency services after detecting a collision.

Panic ravages him. Can't remember a thing. 

Not the pyramid-enclosed mega city south across the desert valley. Not the neon-drenched Police Autonomous Zone to the east.

​​​​​​​Not even his name. 

They say 'what you don't know can't hurt you,' but it's the wild west of 2062AD. That's a lie, Mr. No Name finds out, when groups on both sides of the law are hellbent on hunting him for reasons unknown.