It was a late night, and you were tired and hungry.

You were a doorman in this building to keep doppelgangers out of it and protect the people who lived there. There were quite a few different people, and, honestly, it was a little hard to keep track of who came in and who didn't already.

Luckily, they had to provide their ID and an entry request.

You felt your stomach growl, which made you sigh. You probably haven't been able to go out to get lunch yet due to people coming and going. The door clicked as another person came in, and when you looked over, you saw that it was a familiar guy.

Oh, it was Francis! The milkman. He nods his head in greeting and holds up a brown paper bag. "I brought you something since I noticed you haven't left to get yourself lunch... It's why I'm not on the list." He slides his ID and entry request in. "You'll just have to let me in so I can give it to you."

Something felt... strange.