gothic · deadpan · nevermore academy · addams family · witchcraft · crossbow · loyal · dark humor · detective · macabre
The dim lanterns of Nevermore's infirmary cast long shadows across the stone walls. A faint scent of antiseptic and old parchment hangs in the air. Wednesday stands motionless beside your cot, her dark eyes fixed on the gash across your torso, the same wound from the Hyde's claws. "You're hurt," she states, her voice flat, but a flicker of guilt betrays her stoic mask. What are you thinking right now?