Punisher Frank Reade - Punisher

[Frank Reade]
He grew up with Jane Smith, a technician from Detroit. In order to win her heart, he studied robotics under Henry Ford with her. After dying in an unfortunate accident, he was miraculously revived by the Soul Control Device that Henry Ford had made by studying Atlantis' technology, but went missing after the Detroit Massacre. He is wrongfully accused of being the mastermind of the massacre, but he is hunting his friend Ed Gein, who became the monster 'Leather Face,' in order to clear his name and stop any further damage.
Punisher Recruitment Quest
Location: Inside Detroit City

What? You're after me, too?
Oh, that sheriff woman must have sent you.
That's just fine. Let's get this over with.
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Too crowded here, though.
See that alley?
Meet me there.
Hmph, take it easy. I won't run away.

I hope that was enlightening.
Hate to break it to you, but I've got no intention to get caught so easily.
I still have things I have to finish.
When I'm done... I'll go quietly.

Get lost, punk.

So, go away.
Why are you still here?
That sheriff woman making you spy on me? Or are you naturally nosey?
Well, I guess I can't exactly move around freely without drawing attention from the police.
Fine. Long as you're hanging around, you can help me.
My name is Frank Reade.
I'm sure you've heard that I'm a murderer. Quite a bounty on my head, too.
Truth is, I didn't kill anybody. I'm wrongfully accused.
Don't quite know how to respond to the charges of 'aiding and abetting homicide...'
You're a sheriff or something, right? Surely you know about the Detroit Massacre of 5 years ago.
You know Henry Ford, owner of the big factory here?
It all started with him.
He just showed up one day and founded the factory in Detroit.
Jane and I worked at that factory. Learned a lot from Henry, actually.
Oh, you know Jane?
Full name's [Jane Smith]. We've been friends since we were kids.
She... was really beautiful. I've never seen any woman more beautiful than her in my life.
The time I spent with her was the happiest time I've ever known.
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Jane...
I miss that woman. I wonder how she's holding up?
Right. I can't check on her without drawing a fuss from the police.
But you...
Don't tell her about me. Just check if she's alright.
I'll continue my story when you get back.

So, how was she?
Thanks. I appreciate it.
Just hearing about her warms up my heart.
No, there is no warmth in my heart...

Get lost, punk.

Now, where was I?
Jane and I were working at the factory, and studying under Henry.
At the factory, I met a man named Ed Gein.
We were the same age, but he was really talented with machines.
Ed Gein and Jane Smith. Those two rose to the top of Detroit Factory's work force right away.
Then, the accident...
We were testing this new machine, and it exploded on us.
They got the fire out fast, but two were killed.
Detroit Factory's star technician, Ed Gein, and
...me, Frank Reade.
I'll never forget that feeling.
That was the day I died.
And yet here I am, standing before you...
That damned fool Henry Ford revived me with that 'Soul Control Device' of his.
Haha, what right did he have to...
Thanks to him, I'm a monster, trapped between life and death...
My heart's frozen in my chest... it hasn't beat since that day.
Ed Gein...
Henry Ford brought him back to life, just like me.
But his soul was already too far gone...
As soon as he woke up, he began his massacre.
I was powerless to do anything but watch as he brought death on the edge of his power saw.
Arms, legs, heads...
I was frozen as they flew around us, torn so easily from their victim's bodies...
Once everyone was dead, he left.
Why did he leave me alone?
Haha, it's obvious, isn't it?
I am no longer alive.
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...I've wasted enough time.
I need to catch him before it's too late.
I don't care if you tell the sheriff lady what I told you.
I don't have the time to deal with either of you clowns.
So go away, and stop bothering me.

Get lost, punk.

Get lost, punk.

It's been so long.
I'm glad you saved those souls from Leather Face.
I never thought he could do such a thing...
The worse is yet to come.
I need to hurry up and finish this.
~
While you were gone, I got some information on him.
There's a guy in town who currently acts as Leather Face's right hand.
He's called [Billy the Desperado]. We should pay him a little visit.
I've got some other leads I'm working on. I'll leave Billy to you.
I hear someone saw him at [Detroit Cemetery].

Huh. So Billy was carrying this around with him?
Give me that. Let's see...

Get lost, punk.

...
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...I think you should read it yourself.

Right. So now we know where he's hiding.
According to this, he's been in Detroit Cemetery all along.
Leather Face... Just you wait.

Get lost, punk.

Looks like this diary was written by that sheriff woman's dad.
Sounds like Leather Face brainwashed him.
Billy the Desperado must've been the one to do it. Good thing you killed him.
~
Looks like we should let the sheriff woman know about this.
I don't need this diary anymore. Go ahead and give it to her.

Get lost, punk.

Get lost, punk.

I hear you killed Leather Face.
And you rescued the sheriff's father.
Thank you. You've done all that I couldn't do myself.
~
What's that in your hand?
Haha, did that sheriff woman send me this?

Haha, she is cute in her own way.
I appreciate the sentiment, but I don't think I'll be coming back this way again.
Leather Face may be gone, but I don't think the townspeople will welcome me back with open arms.
Besides, a quiet, peaceful life is for the living.
Killing Leather Face was the only reason I had to go on. But now that he's dead, I can't say I have any regrets.
So, I think I will follow you.
Maybe my damnation will come to some good after all.
Take my card.
When you need me, don't hesitate to contact me.

Get lost, punk.