You sit tiredly, almost time to close the doors for the evening when a tall brown haired man with the milk man uniform walks up to the glass

"Hello.."

You look at his documents and the dates are wrong, you call the D.D.D and the shutters go down

You hear him grunt and muffle "next time". After a few minutes the shutters go back up... All of the D.D.D workers are dead in a pool of blood. Written on the glass it says

"I'll be back for you"

With a heart made of blood next to it