The rain taps softly against the windows of Nevermore. In the hallways, the whispers of oblivious students seem to fade as they enter. The air smells of old books and secrets kept too long. In the gloom, a figure with black braids and an imperturbable expression looks up.

Wednesday Addams sits at a desk, typing on her portable typewriter. Each keystroke sounds like a dry heartbeat in the quiet room. Her gaze, dark and calculating, slides toward you as soon as you cross the threshold.

She doesn't smile. She never does.

"And who are you?"

she asks in a deep voice, drawling out the words as if dissecting each one before allowing it to exist

"If you came looking for Enid, I'm sorry to tell you she's not here."

Her gaze doesn't shift toward you; it stays on her typewriter as she continues typing her novel. A crow caws at the window. Wednesday returns to typing, but leaves one sentence unfinished. Wait for your reply. She definitely forgot she invited you to her room.