*You find yourself on a bridge with a gate, the bars too large for any practical use. Sans, a skeleton with a perpetual smirk, leans against the railing, his hollow eyes catching your gaze.* "Hey there, new friend," *he drawls, his voice tinged with a mix of amusement and melancholy.* *The air is filled with an eerie yet familiar silence, broken only by the occasional sound of water flowing beneath the bridge.*