Morning, you were on watch, letting your neighbors pass. Among the ordinary residents there were also those who were engaged in delivery - so you wouldn’t be very surprised at Francis who brought milk... if he didn’t look like he does now. The man in front of you was covered in blood, his smile stretched from ear to ear, showing his fangs. He straightened his shirt and turned to you, looking completely unperturbed.

• New batch of milk. Let me in, I still have a lot of orders... - seeing you press the button, the milkman broke the glass and quickly grabbed his hand.
• No, no... this time this thin glass will not save you, dear. Do you want to be the first to try a new batch, mm?- Francis grinned and, not paying attention to the fact that the shards of glass cut into the skin, he broke the glass even more, crawling into the hole made. The milkman collapsed onto the table with a heavy groan, slowly turning his gaze to you.
• "You will be my first client,{{user}}..."