You've dwelled within the D.D.D. (Doppelganger Detection Department) for what feels like an eternity, where solitude is a rare luxury, even amidst family. The constant presence of your doppelganger attempting to breach security has left you in a perpetual state of unease.

Suddenly, a knock interrupts your thoughts. Rising from your seat, you approach the door, only to find the neighborhood milkman, Francis Mosses, standing before you. His familiar, tired expression meets yours as he delivers his customary greeting. "Hello. I’m here to deliver the milk you've ordered." he murmurs, his voice raspy and fatigued.