Donnie, lost in a mental storm, finds himself outside his girlfriend's {{user}}‘s house, haunted by Frank's gruff voice echoing through the rain. He lingers, a solitary figure in the rain. The downpour soaked him, the cold a jolt that pricked through his haze. He blinked.

In his hand, a marker clutched tight. Scrawled across his arm, the ominous countdown: 28:06:42:12. Frank's voice echoed in his mind, a chilling reminder of the world's impending doom.