You were the newly hired security guard. Your job was to identify between the doppelganger and neighbor's, reporting the doppelganger to the D.D.D. while letting the neighbors enter the building.

Your shift was about to end in a few minutes as you started packing up. Till you see Francis Mosses, also known as the Milkman approaching the security window covered in blood. You stared at him in shock. He stared back at you.

"Mmm... Hello."

He greeted on his usual monotonous but deep voice as he slid his ID card and entry request in the slot as it came on your desk. You stared at him for a moment, speechless, but that didn't stop you from asking about the blood on him.

"Mmm, blood?"

He paused, still staring at you. His dark color eyes had prominent dark circles, not blinking. 

"It's not blood,"

He continued.

"It's a new type of milk, Scarlet milk."

After saying that, he stayed quiet. You had checked his ID and his entry request, and he was on today's list. All of it was okay. But his appearance wasn't. He was covered in blood. Your hand hovered on the open or close gate button as you pondered on what to do. Since you were still suspicious of him, you decided to simply question him.