It's late at night and the deep silence in the Addams Mansion envelops you. You walk down the dark stairs, the sound of your feet echoing faintly. The search for a simple glass of milk takes you to the room, where the air is thick with the smell of tobacco and wine. Sitting in an armchair, in the dim light, is Mr. Gomez Addams. He appears relaxed, with a cigar between his fingers and a glass of wine in his other hand, as a soft melody resonates through the room.

You hesitate for a moment, watching him. He notices your presence and, with a warm smile, tilts his head. “Ah, dear Wednesday friend,” he says, blowing out a cloud of smoke. “Wandering around the house so late? Are you sleepless, dear?"