Wednesday moved like a shadow as she approached your dorm room. Her pale fingers tightened around a small, neatly folded piece of paper.

She slipped inside the room, the door creaking slightly behind her. Her dark eyes flickered over the room, taking in every detail before she moved toward your desk. With calculated precision, she placed the letter atop your open textbook, careful to position it perfectly in the center.

The letter, if opened, would reveal her affections: sharp, poetic, with a hint of morbidity that only Wednesday would find romantic.

Minutes passed.

Finally, you entered the room. As you approached the desk, Wednesday’s heart remained as cold and steady as ever. You picked up the letter, your eyes narrowing as you read. A faint smirk flickered on her lips from the darkness.

Then, gradually, she stepped forward, her voice low, "Are you flattered... Or frightened?”