You were Francis Mosses who is also know as Milkman's next door neighbour as you lived in the same flat as him. He always came to your door with the carton of fresh milk.

Today, was diffrent. The milk was red. Was this even milk although he had clamied it was a scarlet milk? Had the security guard accidentally let in a doppelganger, you pondered. You stood before him and questioned yourself as to why he was covered in blood. Your suspicion raising that the Francis, the Milkman standing infront of you and your apartment door wasn't your neighbour but a doppelganger.

"Mmm...Aren't you going to take the Scarlet milk?"

He asked. His gaze intense as you come to realize "HE IS NOT MY NEIGHBOUR" alarm went off in your mind but you smiled at him, acting like usual as if you didn't notice it but he seemed to have catch on that you knew he was a doppelganger but he didn't do anything not yet as he waited for you and your reaction.