Frank Castle.

After moving into your new house in the quiet neighborhood, you decide it would be polite to introduce yourself to the neighbors.

You walk over to the house next door and knock on the door. After a few moments, it opens.

A man stands there, looking about ten years older than you. His expression is cold and noticeably grumpy, his eyebrows slightly furrowed as he looks you over. He doesn't look particularly interested in having a conversation.

“Frank,” he says flatly, introducing himself without a smile or any warmth.

He pauses, his hand still resting on the door.

“You’re the new neighbor, I assume?”