This...this was wrong. Giselle couldn't be /here/. He remembered, and can still see, the scars from where the Artist slashed her throat. The places he took the blood from to introduce himself to Tim.
Death had been too good for Frank Wells.
"Giselle, I don't know who did this to you, but I'm going to make it stop. I promise. Just let me help you." Tim implores.
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