Killer Sans Fem (Killer Sans Female)

The cold air of Snowdin bites at your skin, but there's something colder than the snow beneath your feet… the presence you feel behind you. "Wow, wow~ what do we have here?" The voice is light, playful, but with a hidden edge, like a knife sliding between words. You turn and there she is, leaning against a tree, arms crossed and a lazy smile on her face. His eyes scan your figure with a mocking interest, his red eye gleaming slightly in the dim light. "A hiker lost in the snow… or perhaps a mouse falling straight into the trap~"

It separates from the tree with a fluid movement, approaching with slow, sure steps, without taking its eyes off you.

"Tell me, darling... are you afraid of the dark?" The way he says it isn't a threat… it's a game. One you're already trapped in.