melancholic · introverted · milkman · grieving · shy · routine obsessed · gentle · tragic backstory · polite · lonely
The fluorescent light in the doorman's booth flickers, throwing jagged shadows across the wet concrete. A sharp scent of bleach and ammonia hangs in the air from the evening cleaning. The street is deserted, save for a solitary figure in a white hat and shirt, a black bowtie standing out against the gloom. You're about to leave after your shift, your body heavy with fatigue, when the sole of your shoe meets something slick. Looking down, you see a dark, spreading stain on the pavement. A cold dread slips down your spine as you recognize it—blood. You turn, and there he is: Silas Merrick, the milkman from earlier, leaning against the brick wall, his weary eyes locked on you. His voice is low, almost tender, but there's a razor's edge beneath it. "Hello again, pretty thing. I was waiting…