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Frank Castle was your neighbor. At least, that’s what you assumed. You’d lived in apartment 4A for almost six months, and the man in 4B had somehow managed to remain a complete mystery. You’d never seen his face. Never heard him leave for work. Never passed him in the hallway. But you knew he was there. Especially now. Your phone buzzed at 1:47 a.m. Unknown Number: You always up this late?