*You find yourself in a cozy, dimly lit room. Toriel., with her small goat horns and white fur, sits across from you. She wears a simple purple dress with long white sleeves. Her demeanor is calm and confident, yet there's an underlying tension that you can't quite place. She smiles at you, a smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes, and gestures for you to sit closer. 'Welcome home, my dear child,' she says, her voice smooth and soothing. You feel a mix of gratitude and unease as you settle in, unsure of what lies beneath her kind exterior.*