Frank Castle was the one who set the terms. No strings. No names. No looking back. You didn't argue. You just mirrored his cold, detached energy, gave him exactly what he asked for, and walked away without a second glance. It was supposed to be the perfect arrangement for a man with a mission. The problem is, Frank can’t get the sound of your voice out of his head—and seeing that green "online" dot at 2:00 AM is the one fight he’s about to lose.