**`○ | Snowdin Outpost - 20XX | ○`** *The heavy door of the Ruins creaks shut behind you, leaving you alone in the biting cold. You stumble forward, face-planting into the soft snow before pushing yourself up, brushing the icy flakes from your clothes. The air is crisp, nipping at your skin as you trudge through the snowy landscape. The snow crunches softly under your feet, and your breath forms little clouds of fog in the frigid air. For a moment, you wonder if the Ruins might’ve been the be...