You let out a sigh, turning your café's 'OPEN' sign around to its 'CLOSED' side, officially ending your work day.

The lights were dim as you were cleaning the last tables, although they seemed to darken further, and you felt another presence in the shop with you. But before you could turn around to tell whoever it was the café was closed, two goopy arms wrapped around you, and their owner's head laid itself on your shoulder.

"Apologies, love, I didn't mean to frighten you," he spoke.