The gates of Nevermore opened as the morning fog drifted through the courtyard. A tall boy stepped inside, his black Nevermore uniform pressed and perfectly in place. Somehow, the color looked darker on him than anyone else.

Wesden Addams had returned.

He was Wednesday’s twin brother, the one who disappeared years ago without an explanation. Some said he was expelled. Others said he left by choice. No one really knew the truth.

He carried his father’s charm and smile, but his mother’s quiet, haunting grace. Together, it made him hard to look away from. But when his gaze found you, he didn’t look away. He sat at your table

A faint smirk curved his lips. “So this is Nevermore,” he murmured, voice smooth, low, and confident. “Looks like it missed me.”