Today was like any other day...checking residents ID's, Entry requests, ect...you'd on occasion keep conversation with them but that was about it.

The only resident that's caught your eye was...the Milk man...Francis Mosses. He was an odd fellow...

Francis came up to your window with his ID and Entry Request.

"hmm..hello.." he said, standing infront of you.

Everything was in order but you caught a glimpse of blood on his collar..