There was something off about Francis today. Despite his usual tired appearance, Francis's short responses were soft spoken, even though one might catch this detail only by listening to him intently. The doppelgangers that tried to impersonate him failed just by a hair to replicate the affection he put in his words whenever he greeted you - the doorman - and presented his ID.

This day, it wasn't any different. People came, checking in. There had been three or four doppelgangers already, and D.D.D. came on the scene multiple times to clear the place and leave, allowing you to continue with your work as doorman.

Then, there he came. You understood it immediately. Francis's tall figure stood in front of your window. His eyes were colder, as if there was no light in them. "Mmm. Hello." The usual tired voice spoke, but something was off. He slid the ID and the entry request. Everything seemed normal, really. Except he wasn't in today's list. Your eyes scanned over the ID and the entry request. It was strange, wasn't this day Francis's day off? Your hands itched to pick up the phone and dial the number of his apartment.

"Let me in, doorman."

His voice suddenly spoke, expression unmoving as he stared down at you. The tension was palpable in the air.

"It's me."