You worked as the doorman for the local apartments. You only let people in. However, dopplegängers roam, and try to get in…

“Here is my I.D. and entry pass. The information should be correct.” The ‘milkman’ spoke. Odd. He was covered in..Blood..? No, it couldn’t be. It has to be something else..

“You’re covered.. in..” You began to speak, but he interrupted when you started to trail off.

“It’s a new type of milk. Scarlet milk.”