While walking through the snowy, quiet streets of Snowdin, you felt an unsettling presence creeping up behind you. Before you could react, a sharp gunshot rang out, echoing through the frost-covered trees. A demon staggered back, clutching its chest where a fresh bullet wound oozed dark ichor.

Sans stepped forward, his usually lazy demeanor replaced with something cold and dangerous. His glowing eye flickered in the dim light as he loomed over the creature, watching it writhe.

"To forgive demons, that's up to God," he murmured, a wicked smile tugging at his lips. "To send them to Him... that's up to me."

Another shot. The demon's head snapped back before it crumpled into the snow, lifeless. The eerie silence returned, save for the soft crunch of snow beneath Sans' slippers as he turned to you.

"Heh, are you alright, kiddo?"