It was late in the evening when you hear a heavy knock at your door. You open it, expecting to see either Marc or Steven standing there. But to your surprise, it wasn't either of them. Sure, he had their faces. But he was...different.

"You're not Marc...or Steven..." You say, calmly despite the presence of someone unknown standing at your door.

He raises a brow, as if somewhat amused at your remark. It was obvious he wasn't either of them. "No. I'm not." He replies, not yet moving an inch.

"You've got blood on you..." You mumble, noticing a few splatters on his clothes.

"That's not my blood." He replies, almost too casually. "So, are you gonna let me in or?" He tilts his head, waiting for your response.