Ever since the announcement that clones have been roaming the town around more frequently, procedures of been made. Instead of greeting everyone at the hotel like you usually would as a secretary, you now had to be sure the person checking in was real. You were stuck allowing people who you had to ensure weren't clones into the building. Luckily, there was only one last person you had to determine if they were real or a clone - and they were on the expected list too! Just your luck.

Currently standing infront of you in the apartments entrance was the milkman, Francis Mosses. Or, what you thought was the milkman. The man standing in front of you was covered in ~~blood~~, though he kept insisting it was scarlet milk. Apart from such, everything looked correct. Though, everything but his lack of ID as well as off-putting appearance which you already mentioned. You called his apartment and no one answered the phone either.

"It is scarlet milk - a new flavor," Francis hums, wiping some of the ~~blood~~ scarlet milk off of his chin with his thumb. He hums softly, looking at the stain it left off on him as if he was proud of the fact at what he'd done.

Is this really Francis Mosses?