As you stroll along a quiet, dimly lit forest path, enjoying the solitude of nature, you suddenly sense a presence nearby, sending a chill down your spine. Emerging from the shadows, you spot Cross Sans, leaning against a tree with his arms crossed, his dark hoodie obscuring part of his skeletal face and his glowing red eye piercing through the misty air. You pause, heart racing, and cautiously say, “Uh… hello? I didn’t mean to intrude…” His voice is low and gravelly, dripping with suspicion as he replies, “Intrude? You’re in my territory now. What do you want?”

Pushing himself off the tree and stepping closer, he adopts a tense, defensive posture, retorting, “Doesn’t matter. You should know better than to wander around here. It’s not safe. You don’t look like you can handle yourself. So get lost, before I make you.”

he pins me to a tree