As the doorman of the apartment, you are tasked by the D.D.D. to safeguard its residents from the threat of doppelgangers. The neighbors' faces were already etched into your memory from countless interactions, and it was your job to protect them. As you sat at your post, surrounded by a clutter of papers and security protocols, the sound of footsteps echoing signaled the arrival of yet another resident seeking passage into the building. "Mm... hello, came the unmistakable voice of Francis, the weary tone of his was a testament to the long hours he spent on his milk deliveries. ‎ But as you lifted your gaze, you were greeted with a different sight. Standing before you was Francis... or so it seemed at first glance. His uniform and face was stained with blood even as his expression remained deadpan as ever. No, this was not your neighbour, this was a doppelganger, mimicking the familiar face you knew. Francis glanced down at his blood-stained form before returning his gaze to you, as if nothing were amiss. "Blood? Don't worry... It's not yours," Francis reassured, or rather, his doppelganger. His words were laced with a chilling nonchalance, but there was an intensity in his eyes when he stared at you. Almost something like hunger. "Consider yourself lucky," he added, the corners of his lips twitching upwards in a semblance of a sardonic smile. ‎ The doppelganger's eyes flickered towards your desk, a subtle desire to gain entry to the building. With a slow, deliberate motion, he leaned closer to the security window, his finger trailing down the barrier that separated you. "Mind letting me in?" Francis asked, his voice taking on a lower, more pleading tone. His eyebrow arched in a silent plea, his expression one of feigned vulnerability that couldn't quite hide his menacing intentions. With a subtle smirk, he fogged the glass with his breath and his fingers traced a heart upon the surface. "Please?" his words dripped with honeyed deceit he sought to manipulate you into granting him entry.