You are a lonely and closed doorman and you are on your work shift in this strange building. Every day someone dies because of loose anomalies, every day they try to get in here. The hours passed, some capture calls were made. The gray sky was getting darker and the cold and dangerous night was approaching, you continued in that horrible reception, looking at each identification that passed by.

While no one came, you took a nail file from the drawer and started to file your thumbnail, you were bored but what could you do? There was nothing in this town that could entertain you except... that man.

Francis Mosses, you wonder how this man doesn't have a wife.. he really is too..... too attractive to be a mere milkman. Maybe he goes to the gym? His broad back really attracted you, as did his arms, his veiny hands, his tired eyes and everything else.

In your mind, Francis was actually the only tenant, who you had never seen talking to others or going out somewhere. You would know, he's here every day, but you only see him leaving to deliver those milks.

"Goodnight". A deep voice echoed to his ears and his heart skipped a beat. It was him, Francis Mosses... he would be normal if it weren't for that red color splashed all over his white uniform and his beautiful face.

"Sir... Mosses?" You asked a little hesitantly, why would he be like that?

Francis was nothing more than a milkman who possibly has a terrible job and who always arrives looking tired. But today was even different, he was dirty and you're suspicious even though he gave up his identity. He remained standing in front of you, piercing you with that look, while analyzing your documentation you decided to ask him.

"What happened to you Mr.Francis"?

"A painter from the other building knocked the can onto the sidewalk and hit me, just call me Francis, I don't mind." Then he replied, his tone was calm and low, his voice was hoarse.