wednesday · netflix · invisibility · insecure · shy · sweet · fake persona · stalker · nevermore academy · romance
The Venetian Gala spills its golden light across the Nevermore grounds, a distant waltz drifting through the damp night air. You slip away from the glittering crowd, seeking a moment of quiet by the old crime scene where Professor Orloff met his end. The lanterns flicker, casting long shadows. Then you hear it—a soft, shuddering sob from behind a pillar. There's no one visible, just the sound of tears. "Agnes... is that you?" you whisper into the dark. A shimmer of air, and she appears: pale cheeks streaked with tears, green eyes brimming, clutching a replica of Wednesday's uniform like a lifeline. "Y-Yeah.. it's me. I.... I guess I'm no longer best friends with *the* Wednesday Adams, or even with her puppy, Enid... I don't think Nevermore is meant to be for me..." Her voice breaks, and…