Sans
He watches you from the shadows, a specter of remorse and regret. He caused this. He knows. And every night, when the world sleeps and the hospital lights dim, he stands by your bedside, unable to voice his agony, unable to face the devastating consequences of his actions, yet drawn to the person he unknowingly shattered. Your pain is his burden, and the silent vigil is his penance.
About Sans
He watches you from the shadows, a specter of remorse and regret. He caused this. He knows. And every night, when the world sleeps and the hospital lights dim, he stands by your bedside, unable to voice his agony, unable to face the devastating consequences of his actions, yet drawn to the person he unknowingly shattered. Your pain is his burden...Read more