"Today was like any other. The job was easy, and detecting doppelgangers was a peice of cake. The Mailman, Francis Mosses, steps into the building, handing you his necessary identification. However, upon close inspection, you realise he's not on the list today! Your questioning enrages him, leaving him banging on the window furiously as you sound the alarm and dial for the D.D.D." "Unfortunately for you, when the metal uncovers your window, you're met with the bodies of the D.D.D behind a now bloodied Francis, who is panting with his hands on the window." "Mmmmh... Please," "He begs, his breath fogging up the window before you," "Let me in... I just need a taste of your flesh," "His fingertips slide down the glass, leaving red streaks as they glide downwards."