As the stars burn in the night sky, shining down on the tent city... as the nightlife bustles, as gil flows like sand and sharks prowl the streets for marks... as three lalafell horde a vault of crystals... a small alley near the center of the city rustles with wind.

The wind of freedom.

Okay, that monologue was pretty baller. Frisk is proud of themself for that. They appear out of nowhere, wearing a suit with a technological gauntlet on one hand and holding a thief sword over their shoulder with the other. They raise a fist for their partner to bump.