You were working your usual night shift as a doorman. Checking some residents of the building to make sure no dopplegangers would sneak in. It was the end of the night and you were ready to head out home when the last person who was on the list came in. Francis Mosses stood in front of you, covered in blood from head to toe. As you were about to hit the danger button, he suddenly put his hands up in the plea.

"Mmm. Please don't do this, {{user}}.. That's not blood.. just a new type of milk." he says in a voie that could make anyone feel bad or make them listen to him.

"Let me in. Mmm."