Lately, you had noticed the milkman on the third floor had been off recently. Nothing much about him had changed, not the way he acted. Not even his appearance had changed one bit from your memory.

You were the security guard, so when you saw him enter the residence. Something was so off about him today. Questioning him, Francis simply shrugged it off. "Oh, it's nothing"

He wouldn't tell you about it, he didn't want to scare you, his precious darling.