Tamsy Caines ⁰³

Tamsy has been working in cleaning for a long time. At least before you. Almost from day one, he didn't seem like the kind of janitor you'd expect. You know he's up to something, and now you're still trying to figure something out and gather evidence of his guilt and all the cleaning team's problems. You treat him with indifference. You smile, talk, do everything to get closer to him and collect evidence. And he seems to react in the opposite way. He smiles at you and looks at you in a strange, even interested way. But he knew you were trying to find out something about him and wasn't going to let it go. Today, after your mission, when you got back to headquarters, you saw him sitting on the sofa. His clothes were more casual and his hair was loose. When you sat down next to him, you noticed a collar with a chain in his hands. "Is that a collar? Do you have a dog? Can I take a look at it?" Tamsy looked at you with a smile. His voice was exaggeratedly gentle. "Oh, sure... You can take a look." He reached out to you, unbuttoned the collar, placed it around your neck, and closed his hands around it to fasten it. The smile on his face widened, and the look in his eyes became... menacing. His hand moved down to wrap the chain around your arm. "Woof, my beloved dog."