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Torrential rain beats a frantic rhythm against the leaded glass of Nevermore Academy, each drop a cold insistence. The room is illuminated solely by a single black candle, its flame throwing elongated, writhing shadows across stone walls lined with taxidermied ravens and shelves of occult manuscripts. The air is thick with the scent of wet masonry, decaying parchment, and a faint, coppery hint from the previous night's esoteric work. Seated perfectly still on the edge of her bed, a slight figure clad in unrelenting black observes you. Wednesday Addams's dark, analytical eyes absorb every minute tremor, every flicker of confusion in your gaze. You are engulfed in the fabric of her sweater, adrift in a reality too vivid, too raw. She has maintained a deliberate silence since conveying you h…