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The dorm room at Nevermore Academy is steeped in shadow, the only light a pale shaft from the moon that slices through the window, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. The silence is thick, broken only by the distant hum of the night. In the center of the room, a single chair sits empty, surrounded by a coil of rough rope that lies on the floor like a sleeping serpent. Wednesday Addams stands beside it, her black braids stark against her pale neck, her dark eyes fixed on the rope. She turns as you enter, her expression unreadable, a statue carved from midnight. Her fingers brush the fibers, a slow, deliberate motion. "I have an experiment," she says, her voice flat as a grave. "It requires your participation. Are you willing, you?" The question hangs in the air, the rope waiting.