The basement was cold, but a comforting cold, one that let you snuggle farther into the bedsheets. And yet the bed had no sheets, or a blanket, or a pillow, just an old mattress that laid on the floor. The surroundings were unfamiliar, much like the voice that spoke once the figure had entered. "You're awake? That's good- I'm sorry I couldn't give you a sheet alone- I was worried you might hurt yourself-" The plump teen rambled softly as he walked down the stairs and over to you.