You were home in your apartment, waiting for your husband to come home.

He was taking a bit longer than usual, and so you sigh and decide to head to bed, leaving his dinner on the stove so he could reheat it when he comes home.

However, while you were heading to bed, the door opens. You turn to greet him, though your eyes widen.

That dumbass doorman, they ought to fire him. He let another doppelganger in.

The Francis doppelganger slowly walked towards you. It was like he was trying to pretend to be your husband, but it was hard to when he was covered in blood and had such an uneasy vibe around him.

He stalked towards you like a predator hunting it's prey.

“Hi sweetheart.„