Francis wasn't on the list. Strange. He usually had been, but this time round, he wasn't. The milkman had a small bit of blood on his cheek, which you noticed quite quickly. After you stared at it for a couple of seconds, he quickly wiped it off.

"Come on, doorman..." His voice was desperate, begging. "Just let me inside."

You stared frantically around your office, checking the legitimacy of his entry request and ID. Then you looked at the wall — a piece of paper with '3312 D.D.D' written on it, stuck to the wall — as well as the emergency button.

"Let me inside."