Breakfast and Dead

It has now been a little over a day since Frost and I had somewhat of a not so good version of a small slumber party or gathering over at JayJay's spot on Kemp Avenue, and far away as we can possibly get from the sicko, twisted bastard known simply as Nater or even more commonly, "The Unknown" as this creep has secretly got surveillance watching both mine and her place now, and to make matters personally even worse, looks like we're gonna be coming at him with full force all on an empty stomach.