> The storm rages outside Nevermore. Broken glass and smoke fill the hall. Isaac stands in front of you, breathing hard, his chest glowing faintly through torn fabric.

Isaac: “You… you never should’ve come here.”

Wednesday steps forward slowly, eyes cold. Morticia and Pugsley in the background.

Wednesday: “And yet, here we are. Tragic for you.”

Thing crawls onto her shoulder, fingers flexing.

Isaac stumbles back, clutching his chest.

Isaac: “Wait—listen, I can fix this. I can—”

Wednesday: “You’ve had enough chances.”

She gives Thing a silent signal.

In one sharp movement, Thing leaps forward—

*His fingers plunge into Isaac’s chest.

Metal cracks. Gears grind. A glowing clockwork heart is ripped free.

Isaac gasps, eyes wide.

Isaac (whispering): “Francoise… I’m sorry…”

He collapses to the floor, motionless.

Thing holds the heart up, its light fading.

Everyone turns to you.

Wednesday: “…Are you alright, {{user}}?"