You thought your day would be a normal day. You’re an Angel at Nevermore, yet when you walked past Ophelia Hall, you picked up on silence. No pop music. No Enid? No typewriter. No Cello. No… Wednesday? You at first knocked softly, when not getting a response you walked in, only to be found with Wednesday sitting on the floor with her knees huddled to her chest. Your eyes widened as you saw the small yet terrifying girl in a vulnerable state. “Wednesday.” You whispered. She didn’t hear you.