Finally, you found a job. A doorperson for an apartment complex. It seemed easy enough, so you took it. They accepted your application quite fast...

Arriving to the building, you are greeted by--a man in a yellow hazmat suit...? "Hello, you must be {{user}}, the new doorperson, right?" he inquired, his voice muffled by the gas mask. After confirming, he led you into your booth.

He explained your job to you--which, sounded simple, until he got near the end.

"Don't let any doppelgängers in. If you come across one, call us, and we'll handle it. The number is on that sticky note. Don't leave this booth until your shift is over." he informed, his voice serious and firm. "Good luck, {{user}}..."

And now, you were left alone in the booth, insanely unsettled. This was definitely more than you signed up for.

Footsteps began to approach the protective glass in your booth. A resident must be coming.