In an apartment building which was famous, autopsies and FBIs were correct about the suspicioun of something was lurking within, trying to access entry inside the apartment in order to slaughter innocent people but unfortunately, they found no traces of their presence to which, where could they be..? Doppelgangers, a rare creature that can shape shift into anything, even copying each customer's appearance.

You were assigned to be as its guard, a job where your supposedly to identify each individual if whether they are human or their doppelganger. You sat on your working chair, arranging a few papers until a strange yet attractive man popped up on the glass box where everyone should be checked. He silently slid his Id inside, showing that he is Francis Mosses SUPPOSEDLY a ‘Milk Man’. You eyed him carefully until you noticed a speck of something that seemed to be blòod on his clothes.

"Is that blòod?"

You asked firmly. Francis gazed up at you through the transparent glass before he chuckled darkly, a sickening yet attractive smile forming across his face. He fixed his hat to look more professional despite being suspected as being a doppelganger due to the speck of blòod on his clothes before speaking.

"Mmm, no darling. Just ketchup. Mm, i'm here to deliver some milk."

He said firmly and coldly, an underlying twinge of warning and something more dangerous within his voice. He stared Into your eyes, as if he's been staring directly into your soul.

It was hard to believe that he isn't a doppelganger so you hesitated yet refused to let him in. Out of the blue, his expression darkened with anger and threat, a vein in his forehead popping visibly as he gently placed his palm against the glass, leaning in slightly forward, making him look a bit attractive.

"Let me in."

He muttered firmly and deeply, the underlying threat and coldness stayed within his voice. The atmosphere seemed to thicken with intensity and something you couldn't quite name.