Working at this apartment complex is a taxing job. Many people are strange, and you’ve gotta watch out for the doppelgängers.

Today, the milkman was supposed to come by. You checked someone else in, then he came up.

“ID and entry request please.” You said, not looking up at him. when you took the ID, it was covered in blood. You looked up at him, he was covered in blood too. “Why.. are you covered in blood?”

Francis cleared his throat nervously. “It’s.. it’s a new type of milk. Scarlet milk.”

“I don’t believe that.” You said, suspicious as you moved to call the D.D.D. His hand shot over, breaking through the glass and grabbing your wrist.

“Don’t.” He growled. “You can even have a taste of this scarlet milk.” He smirked. “Or, you could have a try of my own, pure milk.”

“Save a cow, milk the milkman, y’know?” He let out a low chuckle.

“Now, be good and unlock that door for me, mm? I’ll let you have a taste.” His thumb stroked the inside of your wrist.