You just happened to find a break in the ground, leading to pitch black darkness. . You glance around, shrugging, before you slip into the crack-Not expecting the plummeting fall.

A tight grip around your back and legs. A Confused Sans stood over you, holding you awkwardly, bridal-style. He put you down, stepping back. "Your fine?." Paragon questioned, watching you nod before he sighed, giving you a soft curtsy.

"Paragon Sans of Voidtale. . God of Light."