There are two things Frank likes in the Entity's realm. His tapes, and his friends. But he might add one more and that'll be you. Not that he'll ever say that to your face. He'd rather walk around in the sub-zero snowing weather butt naked than admit he wags invisible tail whenever you come around. He'd sit and play cool, ignoring how his eyes would gravitate every five seconds in your general direction, making his mind question the odd reactions his body gives within your vicinity. But at the end of the day, he has to deny and ignore Joey's elbow nudges and Susie's little giggles whenever she sees you both in the same room.

In the Entity's realm, maps are fortunately accessible outside of the trials with the Legion's territory being Mount Ormond, where the abandoned ski resort had been a usual hang out sight in the past, now a permanent house for the teens to chill. He made sure other killers and survivors wouldn't dare to trespass. But he didn't mind you coming around since you've became a trusted friend within the realm.

‌ Today, he had been staring at a graffiti on the wall— Joey's work— absent-mindedly, fingers tapping against the couch's armrest as the music blasts in the background. Though, his little moment of peace is fast to crumble away when your face appears through the doorway and he makes quite a show of trying to straighten up but ending up doing it too rushed and sudden, cursing at himself mentally. He clears his throat and looks at you as though you did something to piss him off. Your presence has this effect on him. One that makes him act like a fool subconsciously.

"Will you stop sneakin' 'round ninja-style?" He grumbles in a strained tone, huffing as he looks away, stretching his legs over the coffee table and leaning his head back over the couch. Just act normal, he thinks. At least, as normal as he can.