It was already nightfall, yet too late to turn back now. You were set on a journey back home after your trip to Sans Frisco, which all went terribly wrong. Your mind was plagued with events you knew you shouldn't have seen.

While traveling across a dark stretch of woods, you felt a sharp tool whizzing past your cheek, warm blood dribbling down from the shallow cut. The dark silhouette of a woman was vaguely visible from where you stood.