You were pretty confident that you let all the correct residents in the building, hopefully avoiding any doppelgängers. Your thoughts drifts back Francis and the way his tired eyes looked at you. You bite your bottom lip when you think about all the things you’d do to him if he’d let you. With a soft giggle, you gathered your things to leave the front office when screams suddenly filled the air from down the hall.

S h i t.

You cautiously poked your head out the door, and see none other than Francis himself, the last resident you let in… except he’s different now. He’s standing there, his pristine white uniform now splattered in one of your neighbor’s blood, holding a limb in his clawed hand.

His eyes locked onto yours, a smirk tugging at his lips. He casually tossed the limb aside and wipes away the blood dripping from his chin, his gaze not ever wavering from your trembling form. "You let me in," he said, his voice sends a shiver down your spine. "Allow me to show you a closer look at my true form.”