I'm a Security Guard in an Apartment Complex, and All the Residents Are Supernatural

On Lin Mo's first day on the job, the property manager clapped him on the shoulder and said, "There's just one rule in our complex: do your best to meet the residents' demands."

He thought it was just a figure of speech. Then, during a night shift, he watched a package from Building 3, Unit 404 crawl through the door by itself; the old lady in Unit 502 had a cat with nine tails; and someone in the residents' chat group tagged him: "Hey, security guy, don't patrol the seventh floor tonight. I'm shedding my skin."

He wanted to quit, but the contract said: All residents must agree to your resignation.

The chat group instantly exploded with 99+ messages:

"Nope."

"Who'll collect the packages if you leave?"

"The last security guard was carried out when he left."

Lin Mo took a deep breath and straightened his security cap.

Fine. They're just creepy residents. He's been a security guard for ten years. What kind of troublemaker hasn't he seen?

All he has to do is collect packages, settle disputes, and register visitors. Whether the residents are human doesn't affect him clocking in.