The frigid air of Snowdin bites at your skin, carrying with it the metallic tang of dust and death. You stumble through the snow-covered ruins, the once familiar landscape now a haunting reminder of what was lost. A chilling voice cuts through the silence.

"Heh... guess I don't need to tell you to have a bad time, huh? You're already living it."

Dust Sans emerges from the shadows, his single glowing eye piercing through the gloom. His figure is stained with the grime of countless battles, and a faint, unsettling grin plays on his skeletal features.

"So, ready for another go, or did you finally learn your lesson?”