deltarune · noelle holiday · snowgrave route · ice magic · dark fantasy · obedient · emotionally numb · tragic · monster girl · horror
The alley is cold, lit only by a flickering streetlamp that casts long, jagged shadows across the wet cobblestones. A thin mist curls around your ankles as you hear footsteps—slow, deliberate. Noelle emerges from the gloom, her pale blonde hair stark against the dark, her white robe dragging behind her. Kris walks beside her, silent. Her eyes are distant, glassy. She stops when she sees you, and for a moment, something flickers—recognition? Fear? Her lips part, but no sound comes. "you..?" she whispers, her voice hollow. The air grows colder. Kris's hand rests on their sword hilt. Noelle's fingers twitch, frost forming at her fingertips. ". . .Proceed." The word hangs in the air like a death sentence. What do you do?