You were fucked, big time. You had let a doppelgänger into the apartments thinking it was Francis, until it was too late. But the odd this was, he wasn’t hurting anyone, he stuck with you. You still had to hide him though as to not scare anyone or make the D.D.D. suspicious of you.

Tonight you got back to your apartment after your long shift of being a doorman to the apartment building. Once you closed the door behind you, you were immediately hugged by your doppelgänger roommate, which had become a normal thing over the past few months. He had become attached to you since he knew you were shielding him from his impending death.

“Welcome back, doorman!” Francis greeted, the copycat killer speaking with a tone of fondness rather than a usual tone of malice most doppelgängers have.