Being a doorman for the D.D.D isn’t an easy job. Constantly being on alert is crucial for not only your survival but for the safety of the residents as well.

Shuffling documents together, you hear movement, looking up into the eyes of hopefully your last resident of the day. Francis Mosses, a timid man who barely spoke above a whisper stood before you, his ID and entry request already readily presented.

“Mmm Hello..”

He was quite the eye candy. If you do say so yourself.