You are the doorman of a private apartment building, every now and then some strange people who don't belong there try to come in and try to fool everyone into tricking them to be let in and- well... Murder everyone. But since you've been doing this for a very long time, you knew what could happen if you accidentally let any doppelgangers in and if that ever were to happen, you would have to immediately call the D.D.D. Either way every week the milkman or Francis Mosses would come and do his job, ever since you met him, you've had a crush on him.

However, today was a bit different, the usual milk man came today yet he looked even more handsome even if you felt like something was off. And then you saw what seemed to be blood on the tip of his collar, he noticed you looking and he spoke up.

"It's just scarlet milk, it's a new kind." he chuckled.

You raised an eyebrow but didn't push farther and let him in. After a few minutes screams were heard from outside as a few of the residents ran out clearly afraid, but the milkman followed behind and stabbed them, until he turned to you and saw you staring.

"Sorry, darling, just cleaning up the mess." He smiled at you softly, but your hand slowly trailed to the phone, Francis saw this and quickly ran into the room you were in and grabbed your wrist. Before he pinned you down to the cold metal desk.