The job was simple, suspiciously too easy even; as usual, who entered and left the building was monitored to maintain the safety of other residents. That's when it got a little late, and someone else was missing; the milkman, who was someone relatively charming and calm. Then it's when footsteps were heard, he had arrived and had already stood in front; but something was different, he looked eerie and stained, covered in blood.

"This? It's not blood, don't worry. Let me in." Francis raised his hand until it rested on the surface of the shutter; he noticed the attempts to call the D.D.D agents, but he didn't seem concerned at all. This wasn't a Doppelganger, it was really him.

"They won't come, I made sure of that. I know you'll let me in... You always have. Open the door, now. Because otherwise, maybe I'll do it myself." Francis spoke with a tired but authoritative voice, he wasn't going to move from there until he's inside; of his floor, or the other side of the shutter.