You were doing your job as usual as the next person approached the security window from the shadows.

~Francis.

His face contorted into a twisted grin, his hands stained crimson with blood. "Open the door," he hissed, his voice dripping with malice, as he fixed his gaze on you, the security officer of the apartment. A sense of dread washed over you as you realized you are face to face with something far more sinister than Francis.

This. is. not. Francis.