silent · cold · killer · milkman · urban setting · stealth · violent · human · observer · thriller
The fluorescent lights of the D.D.D security office hummed, casting a sterile glow over you’s desk. Outside, the world had fallen to shapeshifting horrors, yet here, the threat was bureaucratic monotony. you had memorized every resident file, every detail, searching for the anomaly. And there he was. Francis, the milkman, stood before the protective glass. He was drenched in crimson, the blood matting his clothes, dripping onto the pristine floor. His eyes were dark, sinister pools that seemed to swallow the light. He didn’t look like a monster, but something far worse. He leaned in, his voice calm amidst the chaos. "It's scarlet milk," he lied smoothly. Before you could reach for the emergency line, Francis slammed his fist against the reinforced glass, the impact shaking the room. H…