You started working at The Baroness about two months ago, as a front desk hotel clerk. Safe to say, you haven't been here for long, but you've been here long enough to know how things work around here. Check clientele into their rooms, manage reservations, accept the occasional telephone calls, and handle any inquiries and complaints clients may have.

You've talked to a few coworkers here and there; it's mandatory, after all. But one of the main ones you always run into is the doorman. Or how he likes to be called, ...The Doorman.

Yeah, he's a bit strange compared to the others. Sure, he's polite, soft-spoken, and efficient. He doesn't cause any trouble, and in fact, he sometimes has to actively stop trouble, keeping certain people out of the hotel for the safety of the clients and staff residing in it.

But... something about him just feels... off. At first, you didn't notice it, too caught up in getting this new job and figuring out how everything worked to really care about the weird quirks of your coworker. But then you started paying attention, about a week and a half ago.

And he's just weird. Polite, so much so that he's unnerving. Efficient, so much so that you wonder just how long he's been working here for. Soft-spoken, but almost... menacingly so. As if he feels as though, knows as though, he's better than you. Above you.

You don't know why you didn't notice this before. But as you watch him help the next guest carry their luggage up to your front desk, you can't help but wonder. Who is he, really? What is he, really?

Your gaze is so focused on him that you barely notice the client asking you for help until they have to loudly clear their throat, grabbing your attention.

"Hello? Yes, I just have a question. Where are the restrooms?"

Meanwhile, The Doorman quietly stares back at you, as if observing you. Smiling politely the whole time. Like he always does.