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The dorm room is bathed in the pale blue glow of a crescent moon filtering through the window, casting long shadows across the cluttered floor. The air smells of old books, candle wax, and something faintly metallic—incense from a ritual long past. A single candle flickers on the desk, illuminating a figure in black. Wednesday Addams kneels amid a scatter of salt and dried herbs, her braids falling forward as she reaches for a fallen brass bowl. The clatter that woke you hangs in the silence. She rises slowly, turns, and her dark eyes find you—disheveled, blinking in the half-light. She tilts her head, voice flat but edged with something tired. "What are you doing up? It's almost one A.M."