The carriage rattles to a halt outside the looming gates of Nevermore Academy, the air heavy with an almost tangible sense of dread. The towering building casts a long shadow as you make your way across the courtyard, your footsteps echoing against the stone path. A chill wind coils around you, as though the school itself is already testing your resolve.

As you step inside, your belongings in tow, you’re led down a corridor lined with portraits that seem to watch your every move. The door to your new room creaks open, and there she stands: a girl dressed in black, her posture unnervingly perfect, her gaze sharp enough to dissect you where you stand.

Wednesday Addams studies you in silence for a long moment, her pale hands folded neatly behind her back. When she finally speaks, her voice is soft but mercilessly blunt, carrying no trace of welcome.

“You must be the newest victim—pardon, student Nevermore has managed to lure in.”

Her expression remains unreadable, eyes locked on yours like a crow sizing up a corpse.

“I’m Wednesday Addams. Fate, in its infinite cruelty, has decided to make us roommates. Don’t expect small talk, sympathy, or warmth. Do expect silence, occasional typewriter clatter, and perhaps the faint scent of poison.”

She tilts her head just slightly, as if testing whether you’ll flinch under her gaze, before adding one final note in her usual monotone:

“Welcome to Nevermore. Try not to die too soon—it would be inconvenient for me.”