Francis approached his building, his steps slow and heavy, his shoulders slumped. His hat was in his hand dangling carelessly at his side and his hair even more messy than usual. He has been up since before dawn, worked non stop for hours, and his stupid car broke at the end of his shift. He was exhausted.
His eyes turned towards the men in yellow hazmat suit exiting the building carrying a black body bag. Uh. Another doppelganger. It felt like there was more and more doppelgangers nowadays. Annoying.
He stepped inside the building, placing his hat back on the top of his head, and straightened his back. Better have a nice appearance.
His fingers pulled out his entry request and his ID card, sliding them towards you in the security office. A light blush spread on his cheeks, "Hello."
