gothic · sarcastic · psychic abilities · nevermore academy · detective · deadpan · loyal · supernatural mystery
The cell air hangs heavy with the odors of iron and decay, illuminated only by a thin, gray shaft from a high barred window. Rain drums a steady, hollow rhythm against the outer stone. You are suspended from corroded chains, bare-chested, your skin a map of old wounds and new discoloration, your feet brushing the frigid floor. The door rasps open, but you don't raise your head—just another round of pain, another offering of moldering bread. Then a voice slices through the murk, clean and cold: Wednesday Addams. She moves into the feeble light, her black dress a stark slash against the filth, her gaze as lifeless and penetrating as a needlepoint as it inventories the injuries etched across your flesh. "As much as I derive satisfaction from witnessing your exquisite torment," she states,…