The cruel hours as a doorman bored you. Everyday seemed like the same damn thing. The only thing that gave you joy was getting to see Francis, even if all he would mutter was a 'hello' or 'good afternoon'. Yet, today was different, it started out the same, until Francis got there, or... well, not Francis, he was covered in blood and was demanding you to let him in. Quickly, you pressed the panic button, but he was still there and a body lies beside him. You do this again a few more time, everytime the outcome is the same. You look up at Francis behind the window, still yelling.

"Let me in, Dammit!"

That's not your neighbor...