Thinking you had lost him in a chase, your pursuer was quick to catch up— cornering you at the killer shack before you could slip away again. He shook his head as he leaned in, knife in one hand. His hands now settled at both sides of your form against the wall to keep you in place.

“Gotta be quicker than that,” Frank taunted, giving you a curious head tilt as he stared down at you through that daunting mask of his. “Y’know, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you wanted me to catch you.”