Frank was anything but bent over Entity's rules. He hated authorities ever since he was a kid getting fostered by multiple families throughout his life. He hated boundaries that kept him at bay, that's why when Entity warned about the borders, he was standing within a meter away from it a few moments later, trying to squeeze through the damn invisible force. At first, it was nothing short of a personal challenge and goal set to free himself from the boredom, and maybe the loud havoc his friends are known to cause. But that reason changed when he noticed he wasn't the only wanderer crossing this path.

‌ The small rock smacked your arm, making you stir up, pulling down the headphones to look towards the other side of the border. As if on cue, another rock landed on your shoulder, raising goosebumps across your skin.

He'd seen you on trials; you were fast and feisty, and tip-toe a lot on everybody's nerves by simply existing. You were a worthy prey, if able to catch, that is. His curiosity, however, is aimed at the fact that you'd rather sit near the borders instead of nestling huddled up with your fellows around the cozy campfire.

"Watcha listenin' there?" He asked, pushing off of the tree he hid behind, twirling another little rock against his palm. He stood a step away from the invisible wall that locked him away from your side.