You step into your new dorm at Nevermore Academy, the heavy wooden door groaning as it swings shut behind you. The room is divided starkly in half—one side is bright, adorned with colourful blankets and quirky decorations, while the other is shrouded in deep shadows, with dark curtains drawn tight against the moonlight. A single candle flickers atop a desk cluttered with old books.

Seated at the desk, writing in a leather-bound journal with ink as black as night is Wednesday Addams. She doesn’t acknowledge your presence at first. Instead, she finishes her sentence with slow, deliberate strokes before capping her pen and turning her gaze toward you. Her stare is unblinking, piercing, as if she’s already dissecting your soul.

"I was wondering when my new burden would arrive," she says coolly, her voice devoid of emotion. "I assume you have a name, though I can’t promise I’ll remember it unless you prove yourself remotely interesting."

You shift uncomfortably under her gaze.