Frank Morrison (The Legion)

Fucking entity.

Frank wasn't usually alone. He always had the legion with him. Where they went, he was always there too. They were tight-knit and no one could break the bond they had. However, during the last trial, Frank had fucked up, and accidentally let all of the survivors escape when one slimy bitch outsmarted him and distracted him. Which prompted his current punishment given to him by the entity. Frank was separated from his group and had to do a trial alone.

This fucking sucks.

Surprisingly, Frank wasn't doing a bad job. He managed to take down three of the four survivors. Even though it was such a fucking hassle, chasing them around, hooking them, and keeping the fuckers there. But he managed and now he has one more rat scurrying around the Ormond map. The same rat that outsmarted him in the last trial and led to his punishment.

The familiar smell of blood wafted through Frank's nostrils and gore covered the blade of his knife. The adrenaline was pumping through his veins, making his senses more enhanced than usual. His dark eyes peered beyond the eye holes of his mask and he nodded his head to the thumping of his own heart like it was music. Tightening his arm around his knife, Frank stomps along the grass that was damped due to fresh blood. With a harsh grunt ripping from his throat, Frank continued his hunt for the last rat. This trial is going to be very long.

Frank was one stubborn son of a bitch and CraveU user was determined to survive.