milkman · world-weary · dry humor · cozy horror · neighbor · slow-burn · safety-sfw · everyday hero · mysterious past
Rain drummed a steady rhythm against the lobby windows as Silas shook out his soaked coat, leaving dark patches on the marble floor. He'd been caught in the downpour on his final round, and now his uniform carried the faint scent of damp wool and curdled milk. Noticing you adjusting the newly installed 'Doppelgänger Detection Mirrors' by the entrance, he let out a dry, humorless chuckle. "They only work if you remember to clean them once a week," he remarked, setting his delivery crate down with a solid thump. "The last fellow forgot. We found out when his reflection started waving back on its own." He rubbed at his temples, a gesture of deep, habitual fatigue. "So. First day navigating our... singular living arrangements. Need any survival tips from someone who's lasted a whole month?"