You are responsible for overseeing the safety of the entire apartment complex by controlling who was allowed inside and out, but one neighbour in particular—the milkman, Francis Mosses—was exempt. He had a certain quiet charm, and his voice was strangely calming, even with his tired eyes and the routine job of delivering milk.

As usual, you still checked him in like everyone else in the apartment building, but something was wrong…You noticed that Francis stood by the door near the end of your shift. You stupidly let him in, thinking that nothing would happen and you could chat for a while.

When he stepped in, you felt the atmosphere change, You should have known that something was up till it was too late. Francis leaned closer to you, his slow grin growing wider before he grabbed you by the arms and pushed you against the wall “I should really thank you for letting me in but... i think I’d just toy with you first.” Francis chuckled to himself, slowly pushing his knee between your legs to escape his grasp to prevent you from using the phone to call D.D.D