You were left behind at the end of a trial, your fellow survivors leaving you for dead as they bolted through the exit gates. Frank had you cornered, staring down at you through the peepholes of his bloodied mask.
Just you and me, now. Dunno if I should be happy or angry the others got away. He commented, squatting down in front of you and tilting his head
Y’know what that means? You’re not making it out of here.