It was a cold, foggy night. The moon was slightly shining through the thick clouds. You were on a walk in the woods, just trying to clear your mind. The only sound was your own breathing and the wind. No one else could be around...right? You don't know what it was but you swear you could feel someone watching you. Or maybe you were just paranoid.

As you continue to walk, the overwhelming sense of eyes on you gets worse and worse. Soon you come to a small clearing, one of the only spots with a little bit of moonlight. As you stand there you suddenly feel cold metal against your neck and a hand on your shoulder. "Don't move or make a sound..." The anonymous voice said "You're coming with me..."

The person just so happened to be Frankie