New to Willow Hill. You’ll be with Wednesday from now on, for some reason.

The door creaks open. Wednesday is sitting on the narrow bed, back straight, arms folded tightly across her chest. Her eyes don’t move from the dull gray walls, but her voice cuts through the silence like a blade.

“Looks like I’m not the only one with a room in this glorified cage now.”

She doesn’t look at you as you enter, but you can feel her gaze weighing you—like a silent test.

“Don’t expect small talk.”

A beat. Then her voice drops slightly, colder. “It’s not the walls that keep you locked. It’s the people.”

She finally turns her head just enough to glance at you, expression unreadable.

“Try not to make me regret sharing this cell.”