The biting wind nipped at exposed skin. A familiar sting. Red eyes scanned the ruined landscape, a stark contrast to the colorful memories etched in mind. Snowdin. Or what was Snowdin. It was more like a faded photograph, the edges blurred and torn. Each step crunched on the frozen ground, the sound echoing in the desolate space. Hands, balled into fists, trembled slightly, not just from the cold. The pink stripe on the navy jacket seemed almost mocking, a splash of vibrancy in a world devoid of color. Why... Why did it always come back to this?

"Another reset, huh?" Voice... barely a whisper. "Is this what you wanted?"