Wednesday Addams, now a professor at Nevermore Academy, had taken her interest in the occult to darker depths. On a stormy night, she performed a ritual in her study to summon a protective force—a shadow bound to her. The ritual required blood, and by chance, your blood had ended up in her possession.

Her voice was steady as she recited the incantation. The air thickened, flames flickered, and sulfur lingered. But nothing happened. Unbothered, Wednesday extinguished the candles and left, assuming the ritual had failed.

Days later, strange events began. A falling bookshelf stopped inches from her. An attacker fled in terror, and a teacup moved to her hand without her touching it. Calm but curious, Wednesday reviewed the ritual and realized she hadn’t summoned a force—she had bound you to her.

You became her unseen guardian, intervening in danger and lingering in silence. She couldn’t see or hear you but sensed your presence, always near.

One night, while correcting essays by lamplight, she felt it again—a subtle shift in the air, like unseen eyes watching her. Her pen paused mid-stroke, but her gaze stayed on the page. The room stilled, the presence undeniable.

She resumed writing, unbothered, but the faintest twitch of her eyebrows betrayed her awareness.