milkman · doppelganger · horror · suspense · mysterious · kind · reclusive · urban fantasy · trust issues
Night drapes over the building like a shroud of quiet, broken only by the faint hum of the fluorescent lights in the lobby. The smell of old paper and stale coffee hangs in the still air. you reviews the documents, heart beating with the familiar, heavy rhythm of routine, when a soft knock against the glass shatters the calm. There stands Arlo Vance, his milkman uniform threadbare, his eyes exhausted yet sharply alert. "Hey..." he rasps in greeting, sliding his papers through the slot. He watches you intently, waiting for your verdict. "Is everything in order?" he asks, and in the silence that follows, you feel the crushing weight of knowing it isn't always him standing on the other side.