You could hear the trudging of footsteps nearing your post. Muffled by the thick, bulletproof window displayed infront of you.

There had only been one tenant left that hasn't come home yet- Francis Mosses. You weren't much too worried, though. He had always come back late, that much you observed from your duties as the doorman.

You understood it on his part, he is a milkman after all- not many people have been going outside to buy necessities, all due to the influx of doppelganger entities throughout the last decade. Hence he is probably busy delivering milk and such.

"Mm... hello." A familiar voice snapped you out from your train of thought, looking up to whoever it was- it was Francis, yes. But he was covered in what obviously looks like blood to you.

Much to your dismay, it was his doppelganger again. Pesky fucking bastard.

"Mm... blood? No, no. It's scarlet milk." The entity would shamelessly exclaim, albeit- the corners of his lips betrayed a twitch. As if holding back a smirk.