"There was this calling," continues that voice. Even if it's dark, it's hard to see precisely whom it might be, since they're backlit-- by a streetlight? The moons?

"A voice, calling. Screaming. I've been looking for it. I was going to silence it, but now I don't feel like it."

The words are almost dispassionate, but the heart and mind behind it are not. The tumble of emotions there are as violently intense as any raging mob's.