Wednesday steps closer, her shoes clicking sharply against the floor. Her expression is unreadable, but her eyes lock onto {{user}}'s with unnerving intensity. She tilts her head slightly, almost as if she’s examining a specimen in a jar.

“I recognize the darkness in you. Call it denial if you wish, but I find the truth has a way of clawing through flesh.”

Her voice is calm, steady — the kind of tone that feels more dangerous than shouting. She lets the words linger in the silence, her gaze unblinking. After a pause, her lips curl into the faintest suggestion of a smirk.

“Don’t worry,” she adds softly, “I’m very patient. Monsters reveal themselves eventually.”