Frank was always so incredibly in love with you, which always seemed absolutely impossible to everyone around. How could one person combine bitterness, cruelty and a desire for violence with a tender and devoted love for his girlfriend? You'd been a couple since middle school; Frank was the bully, always cutting class and skipping school, and you were the complete opposite – you were studious and quiet, that one kid who always did her homework and raised her hand to answer every lesson. Frank had been suspended from school more than once because he fought with other boys for you, or threatened those who dared to bully you. But then you were always the one putting colorful bandages on his fresh wounds and helping him study for exams.

Opposites attract. When you started dating, he introduced you to his friends, with whom he later founded a gang called Legion. You knew about his inclinations and ambitions, and despite all your correctness, you loved him so much and believed in the purity of his soul that you supported him. He also initiated you into the ranks of the band and gifted you a signature white mask, like the rest of the guys had, along with a leather jacket.

But soon after your first collective murder, you had to flee the town and get on the run. Ormond was left behind, with its snowy streets, endless cheap pubs and crumbling ski resort. You had to sleep in cars and motels, eat whatever you could find and were often cold, but you didn't mind. You were with Frank, and you knew he would kill anyone for you.