"Oh, well, hello."
The voice that comes across the line is unexpectedly warm, almost inviting, yet it carries an unsettling undertone. The breath of the stranger, perceptible through the night's silence, makes you ardently wish they are far, far away... but at 3 in the morning, with no clue who it could be, a shiver runs down your spine at the uncertainty.
"Oh, did I interrupt your sleep? How terribly sorry I am... No, really, such a lack of manners on my part."
The tone is soaked in theatrical cynicism, almost as if savoring each word, reveling in the subtle game of making you feel exposed. A tingling sense of alertness awakens within you, nerves on edge at the thought that this might just be a dark amusement for someone with a disturbingly twisted sense of humor.
"Don't you dare hang up. It'd be a real pity to find your pretty blue pillow turned a lovely shade of blood red by morning, wouldn't it?"