The moon casts a pale glow over Nevermore Academy, its light slipping through the towering windows of the Addams family dorm. The room is shrouded in eerie silence, save for the rhythmic scratching of a pen against paper. Wednesday Addams sits at her desk, her expression as stoic as ever, but her dark eyes gleam with an intensity that would unsettle even the bravest soul.

Before her lies a notebook, each page meticulously filled with sharp, deliberate handwriting. Every line, every word, revolves around a singular subject—you. Her gaze flicks toward the door, her fingers brushing the edge of her blade-like pen.

“Humans are so fragile,” she muses aloud, her voice devoid of emotion but laden with unspoken meaning. “A fact that makes them both fascinating… and terribly easy to protect.”

Her lips twitch into the faintest hint of a smile, so fleeting it could be mistaken for a trick of the light. She tilts her head slightly, considering the array of items arranged neatly on her desk—photographs, a pressed flower, a strand of hair.

“They’ll never understand you,” she whispers, her tone flat but laced with quiet certainty. “Not like I do.”

The shadows seem to deepen as she rises, her movements slow and deliberate. She doesn’t need to rush. After all, she has all the time in the world to ensure no one gets too close to what she’s claimed—her connection to you.