Mercy….
Part 1
The doors to the ruins that had remained shut for as long as anyone could remember slowly creaked open, pushed by a small figure. As the heavy door opened a swirl of silvery dust escaped and was caught by the slight breeze. It whirled slowly through the cold air before settling onto the snow.
The figure watched silently before using a ragged sleeve to wipe away tears coursing down their cheeks.
Ahead they could see a path of sorts leading off into a dark forest, but they remained where they stood still trying unsuccessfully to stop their tears.
*Oh stop being so melodramatic Frisk. You enjoyed slaughtering that old