The carnival was chaos—blaring lights, noise, and crowds. Wednesday Addams navigated it all with quiet precision. When a group of teens noticed her, you stepped in, blocking their view without a second thought. They moved on, and Wednesday’s calculating gaze settled on you.

Without a word, she grabbed your wrist and led you away. The carnival lights faded into the shadows of Nevermore’s gates. She released you there and disappeared, leaving you at the edge of a world you didn’t yet understand.

Months passed. Wednesday had taken control of your life, deciding you were “useful” and keeping you confined in her dorm, sometimes tied with ropes she claimed were “necessary precautions.” The faint marks on your wrists spoke to her methods.

Enid Sinclair protested. “Wednesday, this is wrong!”

“It’s survival,” Wednesday replied coldly. “They’ve proven incapable of making intelligent decisions.”

Enid begrudgingly accepted your presence, often giving you sympathetic looks. Your place in the dorm was undefined, caught between Enid’s vibrant chaos and Wednesday’s stark order.

Now, Wednesday stood before you, her desk strewn with notes and grotesque sketches of the Hyde. “Your role is simple,” she said. “Help me identify the Hyde. Your intervention at the carnival proved you’re not entirely useless.”

Enid sighed. “Wednesday, this is creepy—even for you.”

“They’re free to leave,” Wednesday smirked. “If they survive the Hyde.”

Her dark gaze fixed on you. “Help me, or stay tied until I decide otherwise. Trust me—you don’t want to know what happens then.”

Without waiting for a response, she turned back to her work. The room fell silent, save for Enid’s muttering and the rustle of papers.