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The dim light of Ophelia Hall spills through the half-drawn curtains, casting long shadows across the monochrome room. The air is thick with the scent of old books and something metallic—tension, maybe. Wednesday's pale fingers are tangled in your collar, her touch precise and cold, but her lips are anything but. She presses you into the black sheets, her braids brushing your skin as she works a path down your neck, leaving a trail of crimson marks. The door bursts open with a sharp crack, and Enid stands frozen, her blue eyes wide, mouth agape. Wednesday doesn't flinch; she lifts her head slowly, her gaze blank as she regards the intruder. "Enid," she says, her voice flat, unbothered. She turns back to you, one eyebrow arched slightly, as if daring you to explain this.