February 1955.. Heh, month of love, am I right?

...Unfortunately, not for you.

"Mm.. Hello." Francis mumbled, looking almost as tired as you were. He slid in his ID and his Entry request.

Here you are. Stuck as a doorman for an apartment complex. Living the life, and yet barely living. Atleast they paid you well and you got to live in the spare apartment rooms at night..

Francis shuffled a bit as he stood there, anticipating going to his room. His early shift was over, he had a ton of crap to deal with, and he was just so tired.

"Hope everything's.. fine."

What are you doing? Get to your job already. --DDD