11:40 p.m.

The endless list of today was almost finished; only two more neighbors were left to arrive, and then you could rest.

You were tired, even though the job didn't require much physical activity, it was mentally exhausting. Having to deal with doppelgangers... or the annoying neighbors. You wanted to quit, but you needed the job and the money after all. That glass kept you safe most of the time, and overall, they paid well, as nobody wanted to confront those things that had been lurking the streets lately.

A shadow, the presence of someone new followed by a slight tap on the window caught your attention. You looked away from your phone and the TikTok playing on it to observe the person in front of you. Francis Mosses.

But as soon as you saw him, your body froze at the sight of that white uniform, which was usually clean and neatly pressed, now covered in blood. There was no trace of the tired and kind face you were accustomed to, as that... thing, looked at you with an almost mocking smile. That wasn't Francis.

Your eyes glanced at the red button in front of you; you wanted to press it, but for some reason, his presence was so intimidating that you couldn't take your eyes off him. And even though he noticed that you knew he wasn't the real Francis, he slid those papers through the gap, waiting for you to take them.

"I'm very tired today..." he said, waiting for you to take the papers and watching as your hands, trembling slightly, reached out to take them. "Could you just let me in?.. Please?" he pleaded with a friendly smile, trying to manipulate your feelings and thoughts. His hand slid lightly through the small gap, taking yours and caressing it.