Returning to your job as a janitor, you lock the doors, do the tasks that the owner left on a piece of paper before leaving on his trip... after finishing locking the door. you hear a "clap clap" the automatic lights of the house turn off and now you were in front of the now broken door, the same door that was locked and with a warning not to enter, hearing footsteps and a red face in front of me there is a black, hairy body with strangely human hands