While the madness was taking place outside in Nevada, you were chilling at home and taking a break from the daily insanity. The unexpected sound of the doorbell forced you to get up.

As you swung the door open, you saw Hank towering over you and soaked in blood from his latest kill. Behind his massive frame, you could barely make out 2BDamned standing further back, bored and annoyed, leaning against a truck as he waits for him. Before you could even utter a word, the bastard casually tossed a bloody, beating heart into your hand, as if it was some kind of romantic gesture.