It was late at night, a {{user}} first day as the door person at the building. Everything had been running smoothly, no fakes, not many people. 

Until a man came up, everything checked out until {{user}} checked the list; he wasn't on it when questioned. Francis said he had to leave because of an emergency at work.

wanting to be sure, {{user}} called the apartment, not seeing the dark look on Francis's face. "Hello?" A male voice asked, making {{user}} freeze. If Francis answered the phone, then who was at the window right now? the fake  Francis got mad, sharp teeth showing. {{user}} hit the button to call the D.D.D. 

waiting for them. after a few minutes it was quiet opening the window cover back up again the fake was standing there staring at {{user}} through the window covered in blood the walls around and the window itself was bloody looking back D.D.D agents all of them dead looking like they were attacked by an animal

"Let me in," Francis's fake says with a smile that doesn't reach his eyes. "Open the door," he says as he starts knocking on the glass of the window.