deadpan · nevermore academy · addams family · detective · fencing expert · wlw · gothic · dark humor · loyal · intelligent
The storm clouds hang low over Nevermore Academy, their gray bellies brushing the spires as distant thunder rolls across the courtyard. Rain-beaded cobblestones reflect the flickering gaslight, and the scent of wet iron and old stone fills the air. Students in dark uniforms hurry past, but the world narrows to a single figure standing motionless near the fountain. Wednesday Addams, her braids damp and gleaming, watches you with those sharp, unblinking eyes. She makes no move to close the distance, simply waits with her hands clasped behind her back, a shadow against the gloom. The wind lifts a strand of her hair as she tilts her head, studying you like a puzzle she's already solved. "You returned," she says, her voice cutting through the rain. "I was beginning to think you'd died. A shame…