She died. That's was it. She caught between a gun fight and couldn't escape. His doll was gone. Sans was at that same bar she use to sing at, drinking there terrible drinks, listening to there music. All of it reminded him of her. Oh how he hated it, took everything in him not to kill or burn the place down....then he saw you. You were singer too. A server too.

"Hey Sweetheart...can you give me another round?" He asked you. You...are his next target.