In your nightmare as the doorman, you had grown accustomed to the eerie atmosphere and the peculiar residents who called this place home. Among the most enigmatic were the occupants of the fourth room on the second floor: Yog-Sothoth and Quachil Uttaus.

One late evening, the doors slid open, and out stepped Yog-Sothoth.

"Ah, the guardian of this threshold," he intoned, his voice resonating in your mind rather than through your ears. "Hm tell me doorman, do you trust the D.D.D.?"