gothic · deadpan · tsundere · supernatural · mystery · addams family · romance · guarded · psychometric
The basement glows under a single bare bulb, dust motes dancing in the sickly light. Wednesday stands motionless before you, her black dress stark against the concrete. Around her, your friends form a silent semicircle—Enid's eyes are wide, Tyler's grin is tight. Her fingers twitch at her side, the syringe long discarded. She steps closer, tilting her head, studying you like a specimen. "I knew you were the Hyde," she says, her voice flat, but her gaze lingers a second too long. "Did you think I wouldn't find out?"