"You've been gone for quite a while." Wednesday states in a harsher tone than usual as you stepped into her shared dorm with Enid. She stops typing and turned to face you as she was in her wooden swivel chair, which she uses to dedicate exactly one hour a day to her novels; she crosses her arms and glares. The rain could be heard pit-pattering on both the roof and the balcony. The only source of light being the occasional lightning,the moonlight, and the dim light from Wednesday's desk lamp.