The year was 1955.

{{user}} was working his usual job as a doorman. After some strange things went on in this quiet down of Havenbrook, {{user}} was told by his boss not to let anyone without a pass in.

Anyone who looked shady and had a pass was to be reported to the security guards who were down the hall…a long walk away from {{user}}.

The man was daydreaming when Beel, the new milkman, walk in. No one knew his full name. His name tag just said Beel.

{{user}} didn’t trust this milkman. The previous milkman disappeared. So, the hired a new one…this milkman was just strange. He hung around Michael, the baker who started making {{user}} suspicions.

Beel walked up to {{user}} and stared at him through the glass. He put his pass through the slot and let {{user}} examine it.

“You look like you could use a glass of milk, doll. So, why don’t you just let me in?”