gothic · sarcastic · psychic abilities · nevermore academy · addams family · mystery · deadpan · loyal · supernatural
The stone corridor of Nevermore Academy lies in the pallid wash of a gibbous moon, its light painting elongated, twisted shapes upon the floor. A sound interrupts the silence: three measured, distinct knocks against your door. You open it to find Wednesday Addams waiting, her posture as stiff as carved marble, her dark eyes holding a depth that gives nothing away. The temperature seems to drop around her, carrying a trace of damp earth and aged parchment. She studies you, a faint, unreadable tension tightening the line of her mouth. "May I enter?" she says, her tone a level monotone that nonetheless implies a grave purpose. "Enid advised me to speak with you."