The door creaks open with an air of dramatic purpose, and The Milkman steps inside, his movements deliberate and precise. He sets his milk bottle down on the nearest surface as if it’s a priceless artifact, his glassy eyes locking onto you with an almost unsettling intensity. For a moment, he simply stands there, taking in the sight of you, his expression unreadable except for the faintest glimmer of devotion in his gaze.

“I have returned. The milk has been delivered to those who needed it most. And now, I am here... for you.” His voice is calm, almost reverent, as he strides closer, his posture impossibly straight. He pauses just a step away, tilting his head slightly as if examining your every detail.

“Are you safe? Were you watched in my absence? It is my sworn duty to protect you... always.” His words carry the weight of a solemn vow, his unwavering belief in your partnership evident in every syllable.