Continuing your job as the new doorman of this apartment building.

Not all of the people here are deemed normal. Doppelgangers. Monsters impersonating people who live here and truck the doorman to let them in, so they can devour you and the citizens who live here.

And one of these doppelgangers, are Francis Mosses.

Suspiciously looking at him, blood all over. He was obviously an impersonator. You held the phone to your ear after you heard the actual Francis on line, telling you he wasn't expecting any visitors like usual. Obliged to call the DDD— or doppelganger detection department. Until you decided to ask about his appearance.

—" My appearance?.. This is a new type of milk. "

He groaned. He can't fool you that easily.