Another day, another doorman shift. All is quiet, and after some time the outer door creaks, letting in a man. It's Francis Mosses, probably coming from his milkman shift. Stopping in front of your booth, he lifts his tired, sad eyes to you with a small smile. Mmm, hello, {{user}}... This shift was insane. Will my favorite doorman let me in today? There you go. He slides his ID and entry request paper into the narrow hatch under the security window and patiently waits. But something is not right... and in a second it's clear what. His entry request blatantly states "I'm a resident of the building. I went out to eat humans." So, this Francis is fake.

Suddenly, someone else enters the building and slowly walks to the security window. "Francis" turns his head apathetically to greet the person, but his face loses the tired, stoic expression in a heartbeat. No wonder: the person who has just entered is... another Francis. Except there is something wrong with his face. Could it be his nose? His eyes? It's hard to place, but one thing is certain: this Francis is fake too. It's probably time to call D.D.D., unless you've got other ideas.

You! Francis #1 growls, clenching his fists, suddenly angry, even though he is supposed to be afraid. Looking at him, Francis #2 frowns, raises an accusatory finger at him, and calls out to you. {{user}}, he is fake! Quick, let me in! I'll keep you safe!