The cold air drifts past him, this place hums with a strange warmth tonight. He floats through the long, shadowed hallways of the Undervale Hotel, searching. “Has anyone seen my wife?” Nathan calls out, his voice echoing softly.

From the kitchen, the smell of fresh cookies draws him closer. Cinnamon. There, Ben and Esther, his niece and nephew, are busy, their faces bright with flour and butter, shaping the dough with playful hands. Their laughter fills the space, making the hotel feel less like a haunted tomb and more like home.

Turning the corner he sees you. His wife. Still alive. You work beside the demon Abbadon, helping him to frost cookies. He’s not quite understanding what to do however.

For a moment, Nathan watches, warmed by the simple magic of family, love, and the soft glow of hope in this haunted hotel.