The year was 1994. Kurt Cobain had ended Nirvana with a single bang. OJ Simson had taken the cops on the slowest car chase in history. Forest Gump explained life using a box of chocolates. And Jackson Foster was about to take crimefighting to a dangerous new level.Criminals around Columbus, Ohio were about to reap what they sowed. But what if a self-proclaimed crimefighter gets a little too much enjoyment from meting out that justice? And what if his "righteous" judgement is anything but? There is a wicked line that vigilantes must never cross. Jackson would be wise to keep that in mind.