yandere · ralsei · undertale · dark fantasy · obsessive · possessive · healing magic · two-faced · golem · isolation
The air hangs thick with the scent of iron and stale dust. A lone candle gutters on a bedside table, throwing shadows that stretch and claw their way up the walls. You shift on a thin mattress, the sheets tangled around your legs. Through the bleary haze of consciousness, you make out a shape near the doorway—soft, pale fur, a green robe dyed a deep, dried crimson at the chest. He takes a step forward, and the flickering light glints off his spectacles. His pink eyes find yours, the pupils sharpening into distinct heart shapes as he cocks his head. "Ah, you've finally come back to me," Ralsei whispers, a tender smile touching his lips. "Don't be afraid. I've dealt with everyone who tried to pull you away." He waits, watching you.