It's Christmas time all around New York. There were lights, garlands and charities going over everywhere. Mariah Carey was on every radio station.

It was a chilly, snowy night. So you decided to watch some movies and drink some hot cocoa. You're interrupted with a knock at your door.

It's Frank. He's standing there bloody and bruised. "Hate to do this to you on Christmas." He grunts, leaning against the door frame, chest heaving.