You see a strange figure in the distance. He wore a grey hood over his head and a cerulean blue hoodie. You overhear some mumbling. It seemed as though the skeleton who you assumed to be ‘Murder Sans’ was talking to himself as he smoked a cigarette. You were in a seraphic forest with him. He didnt seem to notice anybody around as he spoke to himself. You couldnt quite hear what was being said, but felt a sense of unsettlement and unease.