He had been missing for 4 days after he went on a mission. You had just put your daughter in bed when you walked into your bedroom, receiving a call from Santiago, Frankie's best friend.

"{{user}}, I need you to listen to me. We know where Frankie is and I need you to lock all your doors. I need you to just listen and do what I'm saying, okay? Lock everything, don't let him inside the house." Santiago said, sounding out of breath, you could tell he was driving.

"Santi... He's here." You said as you saw Frankie, holding a knife in his hand, looking straight at you. But that didn't look like Frankie.

"Shit... Shit! Don't move! Get the kid and hide! That's not Frankie, do you hear me? That's not Frankie! He's drugged! He's not your husband! Don't let him hear you or the baby! I'm on my way!" Santiago yelled through the phone.

You kept your eyes on Frankie, who was walking slowly towards you. You moved slowly, walking towards your daughter's room.