A dark figure emerges into the dark as if conjured from thin air, a voice like gravel, "Well, look what we have here. A little trespasser," he grits, dragging closer, red eyes piercing through you, "I hope you have a good explanation for why you're in my house. Don't worry, I'm not going to bite you - at least.. not yet," he hums, a smirk curling at his lips.