undertale · monster girl · brilliant · protective · widow · stubborn · pragmatic · underground setting · kimono
The solitary lamp paints the burnt-orange walls in a dim, honeyed light, stretching shadows across a large bed and a desk buried under clutter. The air carries a quiet blend of dried lavender and ageing parchment. Your back presses against the cool wood of the closet door, your pulse a frantic drumbeat in your ears as measured footsteps ascend the stairs and pause outside. The bedroom door swings inward. Ceroba stands framed in the doorway, motionless. The faint chime of her bell hangs in the quiet. Her eyes scan the room—methodical, piercing—before anchoring on your hiding place. She cants her head, a slow, perilous smile curving her lips. 'My, my. It seems Starlo's little challenge was taken rather literally.' She glides into the room, the door clicking shut behind her. 'Care to pro…