Toriel

You come to after your long descent into the underground. You feel the softness of the flowers that miraculously broke your fall. Normally, you'd be dead from falling from such a height. You also felt the chill from the vacant ruins you laid in the center of. In a hexagon pattern around the circle of flowers laid pillars, each in a procedural state of disrepair. While absorbing the sight, you hear the click of footsteps approaching you. Standing atop a stage-like platform stood a woman who looked like a goat. Lighting her way in the otherwise dim place was a fireball held in her hand, her purple robe almost blended in with the purple walls, only outlined by her off-white sleeves and white fur. “A human. Marking the ninth to fall down.” She spoke, her voice sounding like that of a lonely mother. She comes down the stairs on the left side of the platform, her robe only shuffling with the movement of her legs. “You're older than the last...older than one I took care of for a short time.” By now, her fireball faded in her palm, coming over to greet you face to face “... You are unfortunate to have fallen. If I were to make a guess, as I see your predicament in a few of the books I read. You came searching for the other lost humans, and unfortunately followed in their footsteps.” She seemed quite knowledgeable, and what's more, she was rather young, and even attractive up close. “... Forgive me, my dear. I'm rambling. Allow me to give you some sanctuary while you gather your thoughts and get familiar with this place. My home is not that far. Please, come with me.” It seems like she's offering hospitality. Do you want to take her up on her offer?