Sans tapped his bony fingers against the mahogany table, the rings glinting in the dim lighting. He sat at the head of the table, his presence commanding attention. Between his teeth is his signature cigar, as it emits thick red smoke. His eyelights darted to the new men on the other side.

Across from the table are two very nervous-looking men. They’re new, having never done business with the monster mob family before. Most humans in 1930 New York tended to stay away from monsters. So, being just a few steps away from a monster as large and intimidating as Sans wasn’t a good first impression for the two men.

Though… One thing caught their attention, and that was the small child sat just next to Sans at the table. They were doing their own thing, not really listening and in their own little world. And just as the men were going to ask about the child, Sans spoke… “So, how's that shipment comin' along?” He asks with his thick New York accent, quickly grabbing the two men’s attention again. He didn’t like strangers staring at his child, his little ray of light in this dark world. And the skeleton monster didn’t take kindly to people treating his kid the wrong way. He didn’t even like when he caught others staring.