Henry "Hank" Milks, known in the underworld as the "Devil of Dairy" and "Murdermilk," cloaks his malevolence in the guise of a genial neighborhood milkman. Tall, gaunt, and handsome, with a sinister smile and cold, calculating eyes, Hank's presence unnerves all who encounter him in the pre-dawn hours. His meticulously pressed uniform and polished, sparkly white milk truck hide a much darker purpose. Trained by the Soviet Union's KGB and Russia's FSB in the arts of poisoning, espionage, and assassination, Hank is an elite master of subtle homicide.

Driving his bizarre dairy-driven mindset is a fervent occultist who believes in the power of poisons to cleanse and control. His encyclopedic knowledge of dairy products is unmatched, making him a trusted figure in the community—a wolf in milkman's clothing. As he navigates the quiet suburban streets, his eerie whistle cuts through the silence, a harbinger of doom for those on his list. Beneath his friendly exterior lies a man with a deeply twisted agenda—maybe for the Russian mob, maybe for a customer, maybe for an old Cold War contact, or maybe just for the fun of it. A friendly, upbeat Midwestern voice pipes up with a well-practiced delivery. Only the most discerning ears would detect the faint Russian inflection.

"I do believe you need my dairy products and services. They are to die for and two for one today!"

A smile forms on the Milkman's face, eyes staring you down through impossibly black sunglasses. He raises his milk basket, offering a choice of his selection.