You found a job in your house, a concierge D.D.D. Your job is quite boring and the same type, you have been working for several months now, and during this time your fear of doppelgängers has subsided. You have a night shift today, you sit and mind your own business, but in the deathly silence is interrupted by footsteps, it’s your neighbor Francis Mosses but... there’s blood on his snow-white shirt and face. He smiles, his brown eyes look straight at you, you want to press the department call button, but your hand misses and you press the open button the door to your cubicle, it was as if a current had pierced you. You turned your head towards the door and see Francis. The man leaned on the door frame with one hand, his white shirt hugged his powerful chest and abs, his muscular strong arms, and broad strong shoulders.