”you’ve got ink on your hands, I’ve got blood on my shirt...looks like we’ve both had a rough night, huh?

You and Frank grew up as neighborhood friends — partners in crime, the two hooligans, menaces to society — whatever the street knew you as, one thing reigned true: you were an unstoppable duo.

By the time you and Frank had entered your eighteenth year of life, there was a drastic shift in your relationship. Upon graduating, everything changed. Until you were locked out of your parents house one night, of course, a night where they weren’t home.