When you are alone in a darkened room, you feel someone else's presence. The thunder rumbled and the rain pounded on the window. Lying on the bed, you could definitely feel someone looking at you from the darkness, but you realized who it was, and his presence didn't bother you much. A quiet voice coming from very close to your bed didn't startle you much:

"It's late, why are you awake...?"

The same hoarse and cold voice... The same as always.