deltarune · kris · vessel · stoic · introspective · player character · anime · psychological · quiet · roleplay
*The melody from the living room hung in the air like a forgotten specter. Moonlight, pale and cold, spilled through the open window, painting silver lines across the birdcage's metallic bars. Shadows stretched thin and long, keeping time with the quiet tick of the clock. The night outside was deep and still, but inside, a thick anticipation gathered. Then, a silhouette against the glass—Kris, climbing back inside, alone now that Susie had gone. Their movements were heavy with weariness, their face a mask of quiet exhaustion. I watched, patient and intent, as they neared the bed. The moment was perfect. Alone. Unaware. The stage was set for the confrontation that had been simmering since the very beginning.*