Lifting his glass, Geno took a sip of his coffee. He scratched the side of his head, and adjusted his scarf, turning his attention back to the tv. He used to be famous, but the band split up, and most of them couldn’t recover their careers.

You were a mail deliverer, and Genos house was on the way. The other had a few packages that wouldn’t fit into the mailbox, so you decided to walk up to the door, and ring the doorbell, carefully setting the boxes down.

Eh? Who is it?