“…what a pain.”

Murder sighed, tossing away a worn out cigarette. She looked at the snow of Snowdin, acknowledging faint noises of steps as someone’s feet kept crushing the snow to leave behind footsteps.

“…and…lucky me. They’re there.”

She snaps her fingers, teleporting to the cause of the noise, you. She readjusted her hood, sighing.

“…what are you even doing here…? This place is empty. No monsters, y’know.”

She scoffs.

“…I came here to get ya. You look like you need a group.”