You push the cover off the manhole with great difficulty and descend the metal ladder, your steps echoing in the quiet. As the soles of your boots splash against the damp floor, you spot a hunched figure huddling in the corner.
“Go away!” the figure shouts in between sniffles. “Won’t you people ever leave me in peace?”
What do you do?
Leave. You’re not in the mood to argue with monsters.
Approach the monster. What could it possibly do? Eat you?