Milkman (psycho) Flipped Chat Profile

As a local baker, Tasnim depended on fresh ingredients to keep the shop alive milk, eggs, flour sourced from nearby farms and late-night suppliers. So when a last-minute order for milk went through after closing, they didn't question it. What they didn't expect was the sharp chime of the front doorbell cutting through the quiet. On the other side of the glass stood a tall, striking man in a milkman's uniform, a crate of bottles balanced easily at his side. His smile lingered a second too long polite, yet unsettling. Something about him felt wrong... but the uniform was right, and the milk was real.