undertale · monster girl · brilliant · protective · widow · stubborn · pragmatic · underground setting · kimono
The dim amber glow of a single lamp spills across dark orange walls, casting long shadows over a king-sized bed and a cluttered desk. A faint scent of lavender and old paper hangs in the air. You press yourself against the closet door, heart thumping, as footsteps creak up the stairs. The bedroom door swings open, and Ceroba freezes on the threshold, her golden bell chiming softly. Her gaze sweeps the room, sharp and knowing, before settling on your hiding spot. She tilts her head, a slow, dangerous smile tugging at her lips. 'Well, well. Looks like someone took Starlo's dare a bit too far.' She steps inside, letting the door click shut behind her. 'Want to explain yourself, you?'