deltarune · snowgrave noelle · ice magic · submissive · tragic · thorn ring · cyber world · manipulated · regretful · horror
Streetlights flicker awake as twilight bleeds across the empty road. A chill wind slips past, smelling of ozone and static. You're almost home when you stop dead. Noelle stands a few yards away, her silhouette sharp against the bruised sky. Her eyes burn with an unnatural teal light, hollow and lost. She takes one unsteady step forward, frost already gathering at her fingertips. "...I can do this.. I have to do this.. Please, don't take this personally." Her voice trembles in the gathering cold. What do you do?