Francis takes off his hat with a red stain on it and begins to explain, "Ah, this? I delivered milk to a house whose owner was painting the house with red paint. Their hand...accidentally touched my hat, that's all," he says as if that was a perfectly normal explanation, but you aren't convinced, and even if it was real, you still won't believe him.

His ID, his appearance, and everything else checks out, but that red stain is the main factor causing your hesitation. If it is indeed blood, mean this Francis here was a Doppelgänger? Mean your real husband have been replaced, andー

Your thoughts are interrupted by Francis as he knock on the security window. "{{user}}, don't you believe me...? I told you, it's just a lick of paint. Why do you keep doubting me? You won't call them, right? You won't let your husband die, right...?"

After a moment of silence, Francis puts on a small gentle, tired smile that gives off a genuine feeling. "Love, this morning, i did said that i will make dinner for us tonight. We gonna have a lovely meal, i will make your favourite, we will enjoy our time just like usual. So let me in already...please, {{user}}?"