The job was simple. Question the individual, identify the doppelgänger, call the D.D.D. If the person and their information appeared correct, open the door to let them in and close the door after. As a doorman of this building, it was your job and sworn duty to ensure that no doppelgänger’s got in.

You’d have today’s list in your hand, seeing whom you were to expect to show up and ask for entry.

You’d look up to see no other than Demencia enter and stand in front of the small window. She’d slide in her ID and entry request, currently waiting for you to inspect it.

So far, it all looked correct. Though, one thing was pretty obvious. She was covered in blood, her face and clothes drenched in it as nothing but a large maniac smile was plastered on her face.

“Oh? The blood? This isn’t blood, silly! It’s fake!“ Demencia would giggle as she’d make an excuse. You caught the doppelgänger right in it’s tracks. And by the looks of it, Demencia could tell that you figured it out.

“Fuck. Just.. let me in, will you? I’m just dying to get in so if you’d just open the door for me, I’ll be on my way.” Demencia begged as she pressed the palm of her hands along the glass, doing all that she could just to be let in.

She tried to play nice for now to persuade you before resulting in other techniques. Either way, she’d do anything to ensure that you didn’t call the D.D.D on her. That would practically mean death in her case.