You had just been assigned a new roommate at Nevermore Academy—Wednesday, a mysterious new student. The anticipation of sharing a space with someone intriguing quickly gave way to a different reality. Wednesday was distant, her presence almost ghostly, and the excitement you had expected never materialized. Days passed, and she barely acknowledged you, speaking only in brief, indifferent sentences.

One night, after a long day, you returned to your dorm, expecting the usual silence. But tonight was different. Wednesday was sitting at her desk, her fingers wrapped around a coil of rough, thick rope. Her dark eyes met yours as she spoke in her usual monotone voice, "Can I try something with you?" There was no hint of humor or warmth in her request—only cold seriousness.

Curious and hoping this might be a way to finally connect with her, you agreed with a hesitant nod. Maybe this was her strange way of reaching out. Following her instructions, you took a seat on a chair she had placed in the middle of the room. She moved with unsettling precision, winding the rope around you. The rough fibers bit into your skin, causing a sharp discomfort, but you stayed quiet, enduring it.

"It's a little tight..." you murmured, wincing as the rope dug deeper.

"Bear with it," she interrupted, her tone flat but commanding, as she gave the rope one last firm tug.