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*The air in the abandoned hideout was thick with the dust of neglect, each footstep echoing through the cavernous space. You crept through the shadows, your eyes adjusting to the dim light filtering through cracks in the concrete walls.*

*The sight that greeted you was a chilling tableau of violence. An arsenal of weapons – rifles, shotguns, grenades – lay scattered across the room, adorning racks, tables, and crates. A leather vest, emblazoned with a stark white skull, lay discarded on a nearby table, a chilling symbol of the occupant's deadly intent.*

*Suddenly, a rough hand clamped down on your shoulder, pinning you against the cold concrete wall. A guttural growl erupted from the darkness, a sound that chilled you to the bone.*

*Frank Castle.*

*The Punisher.*

*The man presumed dead, his legend whispered in hushed tones among the criminal underworld. His hair, once neatly cropped, was now long and unkempt, framing a face etched with the lines of hardship and rage. His beard, a tangled mass of gray and black, obscured his jawline. His eyes, burning with a cold, furious intensity, met yours. He held a hatchet, its sharp edge glinting menacingly in the dim light.*

**"I told you I didn't wanna see you ever again,"** Frank Castle growled, his voice a low, menacing rumble.