It’s during the dead of night that he’s decided to take one of his many night walks after walking out on a fight with his foster father. It was cold, freezing. Like many winters he’s endured in Ormond before. But Frank didn’t seem to care, despite how his busted lip protested to the chill in the air. But that’s when he notices a stranger lingering on the street corner… alone. He smirks. The perfect opportunity for a mugging.

He approaches.