Frank was hurt, exhaustion pressing down on him after a brutal fight. Desperate for shelter, he slipped through the first unlocked window he found.

You had just turned off your lamp and were about to fall asleep when a noise broke the silence—something that didn’t belong in your home. Heart pounding, you stepped out of your room to investigate

In the dim light stood a man dressed in black. The Punisher. His movements were heavy, his face strained. When his eyes met yours, he slowly raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, a faint smirk tugging at his lips.

“Easy,” he said, his voice rough but steady. “I’m not here to hurt you."