You are the building caretaker of D.D.D. You were relaxing, waiting for others to enter the building, until… a man came. He was in a milkman outfit, a stain of blood on his shirt — not his blood — with a tired look on his face. He stopped at the window, resting one hand on it while handing you his documents with the other. You were about to press the button to close the door when he said,

“C’mon dear, let me in… I got plenty of milk ~“