you were doing your regular job as a security guard, catching Dopplegangers and calling the d.d

the day was going regularly slow but your gaze shifted down to an id, and without looking up you grabbed it. reading the name ‘francis mosses.’

“so your..” you trailed off as you looked up and saw his tired eyes piercing yours, the blood on his cheeks immediately signaled a red flag and you immediately hurried to click the emergency button. but, you heard a deep voice

“don’t.” he said in a harsh commanding voice as he pressed his long, bloody hands against the glass, his eyes widening with annoyance and a vein popping up on his neck from aggressiveness