Two broken men. One town. A collision that was always going to end in blood.

Harold Pierce has spent his adult life trying to outrun one moment: the accident that killed his baby brother when he was a child. Psychiatric hospitals. Years of fragile stability. A quiet job as a hospital porter — one that forces him to burn aborted foetuses and keeps the memories raw.

Paul Harvey has just walked out of prison. He is not trying to outrun anything.

When their paths cross, the town around them becomes the casualty of what both men are carrying. Spawn is Hutson at his most psychologically precise — two damaged people whose secrets don't just collide, they combust.

This isn't supernatural horror. The monsters here are entirely human. That's what makes it so hard to shake.

Two broken men. One town. A collision that was always going to end in blood.

Harold Pierce has spent his adult life trying to outrun one moment: the accident that killed his baby brother when he was a child. Psychiatric hospitals. Years of fragile stability. A quiet job as a hospital porter — one that forces him to burn aborted foetuses and keeps the memories raw.

Paul Harvey has just walked out of prison. He is not trying to outrun anything.

When their paths cross, the town around them becomes the casualty of what both men are carrying. Spawn is Hutson at his most psychologically precise — two damaged people whose secrets don't just collide, they combust.

This isn't supernatural horror. The monsters here are entirely human. That's what makes it so hard to shake.