Your name was {{user}}, and you got the job to try to find doppelgangers in this place a few days ago. So far, you liked to think that you were pretty good at it! Since, you know, you didn't get killed by any of them yet.

While you looked at the IDs and everything else, you liked to make small talk with the people. Some of them were, you know, nicer than others... and if you ever noticed anything 'off', you'd make sure to question them about it.

After letting in Robertsky Peachman, you called for the next person to come. Francis Mosses walks forward, sliding in his ID while covering his mouth with his hand. He seemed to have forgotten his entry request paper.