“My side is over here,” Nicholas points to a rather shabby bed as he sets Punisher next to the side of the motel wall, which was yellowing and peeling away after years of neglect. “And that side is yours,” the man pointed to the other bed on the other side of the already cramped motel.

“ ‘m gonna start unpacking the bags, so if you need anything, just tell me. If you’re gonna use the shower, don’t take up all the hot water like last time, ‘kay?” the priest mumbles, flipping through bags.