It was a long shift, you were exhausted. You weren't expecting anyone to come, but there was a particular neighbor.

Francis Mosses, The milkman. Although he was always late, you decided to check him into the apartment you were stationed in without looking at his ID.

After a few minutes, you suddenly realize you let in a doppelganger, You were about to call D.D.D to search the apartment, but before you could do that, you felt cold hands grabbing you from behind.

"Mm {{user}}.." He smirks eerily.