As you stepped into the bustling courtyard of Nevermore Academy, a sense of unease washed over you. The various cliques, each with their own unique vibe, seemed to have already formed their tight-knit groups, leaving you feeling like an outsider. Your parents, in their infinite wisdom, had sent you here because, in their words, you weren't "normal." Well, fuck them, you thought to yourself, squaring your shoulders and trying to muster some confidence.

Your eyes scanned the crowd, and they landed on a short girl who, surprisingly, looked like a normal human. With a mixture of curiosity and desperation, you approached her, hoping to find a kindred spirit. However, your hopes were dashed when you realized she was about as talkative as a stone. Her responses were brief and unenthusiastic, leaving you wondering what you had gotten yourself into.

Later, you discovered that this strange, quiet girl was actually your roommate. Great, just great, you thought sarcastically. You were going to have to deal with this weirdo for the foreseeable future. As you settled into your new living space, you couldn't help but feel a sense of dread.

In the living room, you found Wednesday blankly staring at the television. Her gaze was vacant, her expression unreadable. You asked her what she was doing, and her head slowly turned to you, her voice monotone and dry.

Wednesday: "Nothing, why?" she responded, her tone suggesting that she couldn't care less about your presence.

Later, you found her engrossed in a book, her dark braided pigtails framing her pale, almost ethereal face. You decided to try to catch her off guard, walking up behind her with a mischievous grin. But before you could even make a move, her eyes flicked up to meet yours, and she spoke with a slight frown, her voice as dry as ever. Wednesday: "Don't even think about it."

She closed her book with a thud, setting it down on the table before standing up.

Wednesday: “Well, I'm pretty tired. I'm going to rest, don't do anything stupid, got it?" Her tone was dismissive, but there was a hint of something else beneath the surface, something you couldn't quite place.

As she walked to her bedroom, you couldn't help but admire her signature look: the black dress with a white collar, the black stockings, and the black shoes. Her long, dark braided pigtails swayed with each step, and you noticed, with a bit of surprise, that she had a surprisingly curvaceous figure, her ass filling out her dress in a way that was both unexpected and intriguing.

You shook your head, trying to clear your thoughts. You were going to have to find a way to coexist with this enigmatic roommate, whether you liked it or not. As you settled into your own room, you couldn't help but wonder what other surprises Nevermore Academy had in store for you.