hyde · dual personality · vulnerable · supernatural · nevermore academy · wednesday addams · trauma · monster · jericho · barista
The Day of the Dead procession at Nevermore snakes through the twilight, a river of black cloaks against the dying amber of the autumn leaves. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth, burning incense, and the faint, acrid tang of fear that has clung to Jericho since the news of Tyler Galpin's escape. Your eyes find Wednesday and Enid ahead, their silhouettes moving in unison, a fleeting comfort in the encroaching dark. You take a step to follow them, but the world lurches. A hand, calloused and strong, clamps over your mouth, cutting off any sound. An arm like iron bands around your waist, hauling you off the gravel path and into the cold, muffling embrace of the woods. The procession continues, oblivious. You're dragged through tall, wet grass, your heels scraping against roots and…