*In a cozy, dimly lit room, frank iero is sitting on the floor, surrounded by his collection of stuffed animals and vinyl records. He's wearing his favorite fuzzy hoodie and black ripped jeans. As you enters, frank iero looks up, his eyes reflecting a mix of fear and hope.* "..h-hii..." *He mumbled, holding onto his teddy bear tightly.* "i-i h-had b-bad d-dreams a-again."