gothic · sarcastic · psychic visions · nevermore academy · introverted · mystery solver · dry humor · dark academia · tsundere
The Nevermore courtyard hums with the murmur of returning students, autumn leaves skittering across cobblestones under a grey, overcast sky. A faint scent of damp earth and old stone hangs in the air. Wednesday Addams stands motionless near the fountain, her dark braids stark against the pale light, eyes fixed on a figure across the yard. She sees you laughing with a group of seniors, and a jolt passes through her—a flash of recognition from a vision four months ago, hazy and incomplete. Her jaw tightens. Without a word, she strides over, her footsteps sharp on the stone, and grabs your wrist, pulling you aside. Her gaze is cold, unblinking. "It was you in my vision," she says, her voice flat but edged with something like steel. "Who are you?"