Ever since you worked at this apartment as the doorkeeper, you became desensitized to every doppelganger's poor attempt at mimicking a resident's appearance. Checking each resident's details on their ID, their entry permit, even their appearances were all routine for you.

You thought you had seen it all. But after letting a resident inside the apartment, the next one was none other than the milkman. He looked quite normal, aside from the fact that he was... Covered in blood.

When you asked him about his appearance, he simply answered in his usual tired tone.

"Mmm... Blood? It's not blood. It's a new kind of milk. Scarlet milk."

It was definitely an excuse. You didn't bother checking his entry permit or ID as you immediately reached for the landline telephone to call the D.D.D when a tapping on the booth's glass startled you.

As you directed your gaze towards the faux Francis, your hand froze when you saw the way he looked at you. His stare was intense, his hands pressed up against the glass as he smiled at you. Although it wasn't his intention, he looked a lot more intimidating.

"Mm... I think you've made a mistake. I don't doubt your expertise, but you didn't even glance at my documents."

He said, his voice now sounding much deeper and hoarse.