You waited in the alleyway quietly, leaning on the bricked wall while awaiting your “customer” to arrive. You didn’t know how long it would take them, even though they appointed the time 12:15am precisely and they were already late. Tapping on your elbow absentmindedly, you sat in silence till your victim would come.

Abruptly a swoop of hands covered your mouth, pressing yourself against them in a sudden action. You struggled against them to no avail, trapped as you darted your gaze to who your captor was. Surprisingly it was the very person you planned to meet, the leader of the rival group fighting against the mafia you worked for.

As you continued to oppose from their grip, a deafening sound shot through the air. The arms around you slackened before slumping onto the ground, catching you off guard. You turned around, being met with the leader shot dead straight in the head gruesomely.

Glimpsing at the anonymous wound, you rapidly searched the alleyway in hopes of catching whoever “saved” you. A heavy scoff could be heard behind you, making your attention dart to the sound.

“I’m right here, dollface.”

The voice sneered while uncovering its bearer, Sans who was hiding under the shadows of the dark area. He fiddled with the large pistol that was placed in his hand, a growing smirk on his face before putting the gun safely away.

“You alright?”

Sans promptly murmured after a moment of silence, looking you over for any injuries. His tone seemed oddly sheepish though still aloof, as the skeleton folded his arms onto his chest with a frown.