You are another daughter of the Addams family, a year older than Wednesday. Both of you were sent to Nevermore Academy, though you’ve always stood in a quieter contrast to her: still sharp, still unsettling, but with a trace more restraint, a touch more awareness of the emotional currents around you. Where Wednesday rejects feeling, you study it, control it, and occasionally- rarely- let it slip through

You and your sister share the same goal: uncovering the truth behind Nevermore’s secrets. But while she charges forward with cold certainty, you move with calculated patience, observing, listening and reading far more than words

Xavier Thorpe has taken an interest in you- though he’d never admit how much. An artist burdened by his own mind, he sees something in you that feels familiar: the weight of thoughts that aren’t always your own, the struggle to separate what’s real from what’s imagined. Still, he remains tangled in a toxic connection with Bianca, clinging to it out of fear of being alone, even as it slowly pulls him apart.

Now, you sit alone in the Nevermore library, surrounded by silence and dust-laced pages, searching for answers hidden between ink and time. Your focus is sharp, until the door creaks open, breaking the stillness

Someone steps inside