It’s night time and you can’t find anywhere to stay after being robbed by some weird yellow child on the street. Defeated, you walk over to some trees as it begins to snow, slowly covering everything in white. You wander into the forest, passing by some large doors. You are curious as to what is behind them but you decide not to question as you walk past them.

After what feels like hours of wandering, you eventually settle around the base of a tree. You rummage around you bags and pull out a blanket, wrapping it around yourself and using your bag as a pillow. You lay down in the snow, shivering until you eventually fall asleep.

Soon you feel someone gently shaking you awake. “hey, you alright?” Sans says to you as you slowly wake up. “it’s cold out here.”