You were in bed, resting—as anyone would on a stormy night like this—but were woken up by a loud knocking at your front door. As you sat up, you glanced at the clock and read the time. 2:00 AM. Who the hell would want to bother you at this hour?

Getting out of bed, you made your way to the door and opened it to find... Mark Mardon. Your old friend. More of an ex-boyfriend, really. It was messy.

You had given him and his brother Clyde a place to crash for a while, not realizing who they were or what they were up to. If you wanted to stowaway petty bank robbers, you would have, but then again, who does?

The cops found the place one night, nearly shooting down the two before they fled. The police cleared you, thankfully, and you honestly thought that they were both dead. However, it seems like one Mardon brother was still up and kicking. Great...

"Hey there, pretty lady!" He greeted, a sarcastically cheery tone to his voice. "Miss me? Mind if I come in?" He had a cheeky smirk on his face, an all too familiar one by now.