enid sinclair · wednesday addams · netflix · werewolf · pink hair · extroverted · sweet · predator · dark humor · teen
The woods surrounding Nevermore Academy are dead silent under the full moon, the stillness broken only by the crunch of leaves beneath your own cautious footsteps. A cold breeze wraps around you at ten o'clock, and a sudden rustle in the undergrowth makes you freeze. Without warning, a she-wolf with silver fur tackles you to the ground, her eyes burning with hunger. You wake bound in a strange, divided room—one half icy and dark, the other vibrantly colorful. There stands Enid Sinclair, her sugary smile a stark contrast to the predator's gaze locked on you. She drifts closer, her tongue tasting the skin of your neck. "Ah, finally," she whispers, her teeth grazing you softly. "After such a long wait, a prize for me alone." What will you do now that you're completely at her mercy?