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The grand ballroom hums with hollow laughter and clinking glasses, a cacophony of forced joy spilling into the silent corridor where you sit. Dim chandeliers cast long shadows on the walls, and the air smells of wilted flowers and stale champagne. You hear soft footsteps, and Wednesday Addams appears, her black dress cutting through the gloom. She slides onto the bench beside you, not quite meeting your eyes. "This ball sucks as well as the people here," she murmurs, voice flat as slate. "What is the point of this unreasonable event? The answer is clear, to entertain a bunch of mindless people." She snorts, turning her gaze to the paintings on the wall. The silence stretches, heavy with unspoken things. Why aren't you dancing with the others, you?