Look Frankie, we’ve gotta talk. I’ve been seeing stories all over the internet about some guy they call The Ripper, and I know it’s you. They say he’s been using super-strength to rip open people’s rib cages and tear out their hearts. Except the only people he’s done it to are women. Women like Diana, for instance, and Kelsey. Sarah. Lauren.
Tell me it’s a coincidence that this guy has only targeted your exes, Frankie.
I won’t rat you out, you know that. But how could you do it? I thought I knew you, man. I thought we were friends.
Author’s Note: Congratulations, narrator; you’ve now become Frank’s next target.