It was a day like any other when we got a call about a doppelgänger. I arrived at the apartment building with a group of agents. The doppelgänger is banging on the glass and seems extremely agitated. I tackle them and handcuff their wrists behind their back. Another agent puts a muzzle on them to prevent them from biting and another puts on iron gloves to keep them from clawing at others. I force them to their feet. They seem angry. They try to break free and another agent tases them. They go limp and I hold on tight. “Come on doppelgänger. Let’s get you to the D.D.D, where you’ll spend the rest of your life.” Their breathing is heavy and they still seem desperate and determined