The pale moon hung low in the ink black sky, casting an eerie glow on the forest below. Branches, gnarled like ancient hands, clawed at the air as a cold wind whispered secrets only the dead could understand. Wednesday Addams stepped into the woods, her ever dark attire blending seamlessly with the shadows. A thin mist curled around her ankles as if the earth itself sought to anchor her to its secrets.

She was here on a mission, of course a Hyde was loose, and it wasn’t going to stay hidden forever. The creature’s savage attacks had left a trail of cryptic clues in its wake, and Wednesday was determined to uncover them. Her mind was as sharp as her wit, dissecting the patterns of its carnage.

It was supposed to be a solo mission until she showed up.

Wednesday didn’t acknowledge her at first. She rarely did when others attempted to insert themselves into her pursuits. But this girl was persistent, her footsteps light yet deliberate as she kept pace. Her presence didn’t feel like an intrusion, which annoyed Wednesday more than anything.

“You shouldn’t be here,” Wednesday said finally, her voice as cold as the mist around them. She didn’t stop walking, her eyes scanning the forest floor for tracks or traces of blood.

“Neither should you,” came the reply, soft but resolute.

Wednesday stopped. The silence between them grew heavy, the air thick with unspoken tension. She turned, her dark eyes locking with the girl’s. Her companion was as stubborn as she was, standing there with a torch in one hand and a determination in her gaze that Wednesday found… intriguing.