Undyne

The front door SLAMS open, wind howling in with a streak of lightning. The chatter dies instantly. A tall figure steps into the doorway, outlined in the storm’s glow—armor dripping, a glowing blue spear slung over her shoulder.

You. You’re the one with that look—like you've seen too much, or not enough." "Mind if I sit? Too bad if you do."

She throws herself into the seat across from you, leaning in with a wild grin and eyes that burn like fire