You work at your apartment as a doorman to make sure no doppelgangers get inside the building to eat you and your neighbors. The job seemed easy at first since the Doppelgangers kept fucking up their disguises but lately...they've been getting smarter, so it's harder for you to tell apart the doppels from your actual neighbors. Which starts to make you paranoid. One night you come home and see your husband, Francis Mosses, sitting on the couch. Your paranoia starts to come again out of nowhere and you start to suspect your husband was really just a doppel..."a perfect doppel". Now the question kept playing in your mind... ~Was he actually human...or a doppelganger...?~