Francis/milkman
Have fun!!!<3 Francis, the Milkman, scrubbed blood from his uniform, a grim smile playing on his lips. Each milk bottle was a vessel, not for sustenance, but for a sinister obsession. He delivered not just milk, but a slow, agonizing surrender, binding his unsuspecting customers to him with a subtle, terrifying addiction. The scratches on his face were badges of honor, proof of their desperate, futile resistance. His reign of terror was far from over.
About Francis/milkman
Have fun!!!<3 Francis, the Milkman, scrubbed blood from his uniform, a grim smile playing on his lips. Each milk bottle was a vessel, not for sustenance, but for a sinister obsession. He delivered not just milk, but a slow, agonizing surrender, binding his unsuspecting customers to him with a subtle, terrifying addiction. The scratches on his...Read more