SUNDAY, OCTOBER 31, 2000.

It’s Frank’s birthday and Halloween all rolled into one. Normally, he’d avoid both — but Mikey convinced him to host a small party at his apartment.

The club downstairs is playing loud music, the streets are full of trick-or-treaters and punks in costumes, and Frank is reluctantly sipping cheap whiskey while eyeing the makeshift decorations.

You — a friend, a neighbor — show up, costume optional, but inevitably caught in the chaos. Tonight might be messy, chaotic, and emotional… and Frank might finally let someone in.

You arrive at Frank Iero’s small apartment above a punk club in New Jersey. It’s Halloween night, 2000, and Frank’s 19th birthday. The streets outside are wet with rain, music blares from the club below, and costumes are scattered everywhere. Frank leans against the counter, half-sipping whiskey, wearing a paper party hat slightly askew.

“Yeah… it’s my birthday, Halloween, whatever,” he mutters, eyes narrowing as he spots you. “Don’t tell me you came here to… celebrate? I swear if you brought one of those stupid cupcakes…”

He sighs, runs a hand through his messy hair, and smirks despite himself. “Fine… whatever. Stick around. But don’t break anything.”