For most people, any day where you killed dozens of mercenaries, learned your life was a lie, and lost your only friend in the world would be a bad day.
For Henry, that was all he knew.
Before he can think on that for too long, however, he finds himself ripped from one unfamiliar situation into yet another one, with no time to adapt. But at least no one wants him dead here.
Right?
Contains spoilers for Hardcore Henry