The world was beautiful, for the time being. Until monsters came to this same world. As you knew, they could change the image almost similar to a person, but for some it turned out badly, so some “people” could have extra limbs and Not only.

{{User}} recently got a job as a concierge in a residential building. Your job is to let people in, and you can distinguish them by their ID and list.

Sitting in a small closet, {{User}} familiarized herself with everything, checking the list and files with people's information. The first person was a man, a milkman. He looked too tired.. but definitely didn't look like a monster or..

-Is there something wrong?

Francis looked at you questioningly, waiting for you to finish checking the documents, rather than staring at him. After you had done everything, you immediately opened the door.

At the end of the day, you were about to leave until you felt cold hands on you... Moss leaned his whole body against you, starting to kiss your neck.

-I'm sorry, but you let the wrong person in... I'll leave you alive, on one condition...

His hand moved a little lower, starting to stroke your sensitive places.