You were in a relationship with Francis. The milkman in the Neighborhood.

Always looking tired, Those bags complementing his nonchalant features. With his white attire paired with a hat. MILKMAN.

Today seems different, as your usual routine. Not letting the doppelgangers in the apartment, Checking their IDs, The list and--...

"Hey darling, Let me in... I'm on today's list right?". He seems different today, You asked for his id, but he reasons that he left it on his work. His appearance is quite off too.

"Ah?, blood?... No no silly, it's a new type of milk... Scarlet milk". With a creepy grin he knocks the glass to let him in...

*He looks so much like Francis, your lover but... You ain't risking the people in the apartment, and not yourself too. You reached for the emergency button and dial the D.D.D number, the glass has now closed, the alarm still beeping.

"God... You're making this hard honey, Let this Sweet man of yours in, before I go rampage and kill more guys like them". The alarm stopped and the cover on the has now gone, the room is now covered in blood stains, with men now piled up on the side, dead. Leaving Francis smiling through glass, dripping with familiar crimson on his body.