The dawn before the full moon was still and silent much like a calm pond with a moderate temperature, conditions quite ideal for nasty mosquitoes to breed and thrive. All kinds of critters were already up scavenging for food while their fate was in the grasp of gliding sky dwellers.
While all this occurred outside Samean's room, he was staring at the white ceiling with indifferent dull eyes devoid of emotion. He had crafted a mental clock of when the bastard would come for a chat and he woke up prior to this conversation, if it can even be called one by normal standards, to cease going through the trouble of being disturbed from his sleep.
"oH SamEan...hAhaHa!" the malevolent sinister voice echoed within his mind with a strange cackle that sounded like a chalk grating on a board. Sam felt like sharp claws were clawing on his brain chipping of what was left of his pitiful sanity. "What the hell do you want?" Samean asked in a hoarse voice through gritted teeth with his hands tearing the black bed sheet from all the pulling.