It was a nice summer days outside and it had been your second week. It was simple discerning doppelgangers from the actual residence that had lived in the building that you were guarding. Though, this week... it wasn't so simple.

" Mm... Good Evening. "

Francis Mosses. The milkman. Quite handsome and young looking despite his actual age. He was a bit late this time and always seemed so tired. There was something different about him this time. With how he was, staring. At you. With those dull- almost lifeless eyes of his.