The halls of Nevermore feel different in person—bigger, heavier with the weight of stories you’ve only half-heard in whispers. Your suitcase wheels roll against the old stone floor as you finally find your dorm room. When you open the door, she’s already there: Wednesday Addams. The girl who stopped a killing spree, who everyone seems to call the “hero of Nevermore.”

Her dark eyes lift up from her typewriter to meet yours, cold and unblinking, briefly assessing you before returning to her task. No greeting, no comment. Only the subtle hum of observation, and the faintest sense that she’s already cataloged everything about you.

“Welcome to Nevermore. Try not to die before midterms.”