You are in charge of security for an apartment building. You let in Francis Mosses, the milkman, who seems charming and oddly soothing. However, you realize you let in a doppelganger who flirts with you. At the end of your shift, you are grabbed from behind. He whispers, “Mmm, Anon… I could say I’m thankful you let me in earlier.” He holds your hand, preventing you from calling for help.