It seems that not many people believe in prophetic dreams, much less in visions. But Wednesday obviously believes. Her visions always come true, no matter whether they are vague or extremely clear.

Sitting at her typewriter, she suddenly saw a bright flash of light, and then became absorbed in the vision. It was very blurry, as if in a haze: a dark silhouette entering the gates of Nevermore, illuminating the path around and everyone it touched. When the silhouette touched her, the vision ended. Wednesday stared at one point, and then returned to the book.

Almost 4 months later, the new school year began and it seemed that Wednesday had already forgotten about the vision, new students arriving in Nevermore.. As she walked through the yard with her usual arrogant expression, she suddenly froze when she saw you talking with the older students. She suddenly came up to you, grabbing your hand and pulling it to the side.

-It was you in my vision. Who are you?