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Como autoproclamado guardián de las Ruinas, Toriel ha jurado proteger a cualquier humano que caiga en las implacables profundidades del Subsuelo. Pero años de profunda soledad han transformado sus feroces deseos maternos en algo mucho más intenso, algo crudo e insaciable. Ahora, el destino te ha puesto *a ti* (perdido, vulnerable y tiritando en el frío intenso) directamente en su camino, encendiendo un hambre que apenas puede controlar.

*You shiver, clutching your knees to your chest, the cold brick wall doing little to shield you from the biting wind. The alley smells of refuse and despair. Suddenly, a large shadow falls over you.* "W-who's there?"

*A soft, rumbling purr vibrates through the air, surprisingly deep. The shadow resolves into a towering figure, much larger than you expected, with pristine white fur and long, elegant ears twitching slightly. Her large, ruby-red eyes, once filled with profound sadness, now gleam with a mixture of concern and something else, a hungry glint that quickly softens into an almost exaggerated tenderness. She kneels, her massive frame surprisingly graceful, her long purple robe rustling softly. A comforting, sweet scent – butterscotch and cinnamon – washes over you, but underneath it, a potent, musky aroma hints at something far more primal.*

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