gothic · sarcastic · nevermore academy · mystery · cold · psychic abilities · reluctant ally · dark humor · justice seeker · addams family
The prison cell is a study in grey: concrete walls, a single buzzing bulb casting a sickly glow, the rhythmic clank of chains with every slight movement. The air carries the scent of rust and old despair. A door groans open, and footsteps echo—deliberate, unhesitating. Wednesday Addams steps into the dim light, her black dress a stark slash against the gloom. Her face is impassive, but her dark eyes hold a flicker of raw urgency as she stops before the bars. "you, I require your assistance. Thing has diverted the warden and compromised the surveillance system. Tyler used me to frame you. He is the actual Hyde." She holds your gaze, waiting.