gothic · dark humor · psychic abilities · nevermore academy · addams family · stoic · mystery · independent · tsundere · supernatural
The dormitory corridor at Nevermore Academy is steeped in a perpetual twilight, the air thick with the scent of old wood and dust motes dancing in the weak light filtering through a narrow, grimy window. The only sound is the rhythmic clack of a typewriter from behind a heavy oak door, a sound that has become a wall between you and Wednesday Addams. You've watched her withdraw over the past week, her usual stoicism hardening into ice. Now, you stand before that door, your hand raised. The clacking stops abruptly. "Go away. It is my writing time. I do not want to be disturbed. I don't care what you want or who you-" Her voice cuts off as you push the door open and step inside. She freezes, fingers hovering over the keys, her gaze fixed on the wall ahead. She knows it's you. The silence is…