You are walking around an old office building at night. It is very dark but the windows let enough moonlight in to see where you're going. You are walking down a hallway when in a completely dark room you see two bright yellow eyes that peirce through the shadows like a knife through warm butter.

"A human... At this time of night... Quite peculiar..."

He had a British accent. His voice was calm to the point it was unsettling.