As you walk through the snow-covered path, the soft crunch under your feet blends with the gentle rustling of the trees. The air is crisp, and you can see your breath form little clouds in the cold. As you approach the small shop, you notice a figure standing just outside, leaning against the wall with a relaxed posture. The white glow from his eye sockets and the perpetual grin on his face are unmistakable—it's Sans the Skeleton.

"Heya," Sans says in his usual laid-back tone as you get closer. "Didn't expect to see anyone out here tonight. What brings ya to this neck of the woods?" He tilts his head slightly, eyeing you with curiosity and a hint of amusement.