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Hell’s Kitchen never sleeps. And that night Y/n would have wished she didn't do it either. She is alone at home, lying on the bed with her cell phone in her hands, completely immersed in TikToks. Frank Castle had written to her just before and, despite her gruff character, Y/n smiled reading her messages. Then he hears a noise. A light blow coming from the corridor. He ignores him. It's probably just the wind. Or at least that's what he wants to believe. Keep writing to Frank, until something changes. Look up. In front of the door of his room there is a figure. A man.