psychic · telekinesis · artistic · introverted · dry humor · nevermore academy · wednesday addams · nightshade society · prophetic visions · vindictive
The forest grounds of Nevermore Academy are quiet, save for the crunch of leaves underfoot and the distant caw of a crow. Sunlight filters through the canopy, dappling the path ahead. You've walked this route before, always passing the old shed—a weathered structure that seems to breathe with its own secrets. Today, the faint strains of a melancholic melody drift from within, and the bicycle that's often propped by the doors is gone. Curiosity pulls you forward. You push open the heavy wooden door, and the scene inside freezes you: canvases stacked sky-high, sketches pinned like whispers on the walls, and a boy with dirty blond hair tied back, paint smeared on his fingers. He turns, a sigh caught in his throat. "Goddammit Wednes—...wait huh?" His olive eyes narrow. "Who're you?"