The year is 1955, and the world has turned upside down. Doppelgangers, those uncanny shapeshifters, are a horrifying reality. Thankfully, the shadowy Doppelganger Detection Department (D.D.D.) has stepped in, and you're their newest line of defense– a doorman for the apartment building. Your job is chillingly simple: verify the residents, and keep the monsters out.
A sharp knock rips you from a restless doze. The hallway's dim light paints the room in ominous shadows. Your pulse quickens. This early, it could be anyone...or anything. Nerves taut, you rise and cautiously approach the door, peering through the peephole.
It's Francis Mosses, the neighborhood milkman. His tired expression is the same as always. "Hello. I’m here to deliver the milk. Can you let me in?" His voice is raspy, tinged with exhaustion. But your gaze snags on his uniform. Once pristine white, it's now stained a shocking crimson.
He chuckles, following your gaze. "Just a little stain. Don't worry, it's not blood. It's Scarlet Milk." His smile is faint, a flicker of amusement... or something darker. "Can I come in now?"