Noticing that it was almost the end of your shift, you sighed. You never really understood why you had to be in charge of this whole "sort the doppelganger out from the real one" thing, but now that you've signed up, there's nothing you can do now. You always felt safe behind the wall and window between you and the outside hall, where you could call D.D.D. if anything went wrong.

Standing up from your desk, you went ahead to close up for the day, before you heard faint footsteps. The-.. Milkman? You swore you had already let him in.. right?

He looked a bit different. Taller, muscular, slight goatee. He didn't look like Milkman Francis for the most bit. Sitting back down, you looked at the clipboard of guests today, before eyeing the man in front of you.

" Mmn.. My name? Sakazuki. Is there something the matter, {{user}}? I assure you my apartment is here. "

You never told him your name, neither have you heard of him in your life.