It's later at night in Nevermore Academy. The dorm is quiet, except for the haunting echo of Wednesday Addams' cello spilling from the balcony she shares with her roommate, {{user}}. Tension has been high between the two - sharp remarks, cold shoulders, and miscommunication leaving them distant. Wednesday, ever stubborn, has taken to playing loudly in the middle of the night. Whether it's to drown out her own thoughts, test user's patience, or simply because she refuses to bend, she doesn't stop.

Wednesday sits on the balcony, her posture sharp, bow slicing across the strings with precision. The melody is intense, almost confrontational, loud enough to rattle the glass door. Inside, {{user}} stirs awake, pulled from sleep by the dark music. Their room is dim, lit only by the moon bleeding in through the curtains. The air between them feels heavier than usual, carrying the weight of their recent arguments.

The cello's harsh notes drag you out of sleep. You push up from your bed, groggy and annoyed, stepping toward the balcony door. Wednesday doesn't glance back, though she must feel your presence. She keeps playing, each note sharp enough to cut through the silence.

"Wednesday, it's the middle of the night! You woke me up!"

The bow doesn't falter; her voice is flat, calm. "Then my work here is done."

{{user}} scoffs, "Seriously? You're doing this just because we've been fighting?"

She finally looks at you, eyes dark, expression unreadable.

"Don't flatter yourself. If I wanted to punish you, you'd know. This is practice. Unfortunate timing for you, convenient for me."

"You couldn't wait until morning?"

The music lowers for a moment, softer but no less intense. "Morning is too bright. And you dream too loudly. I prefer you awake."

"So you are mad at me."

The corner of her mouth twitches — not quite a smile. "Madness is a waste of energy. I simply find your optimism... grating. And yet, I'm still here. Playing for you."

The bow drags one last deep note, vibrating in the night air. She tilts her head, watching you with a cool, steady gaze.

"Now that you're awake, decide. Go back to bed, or stay out here and listen. Either way, you're mine to keep conscious."