gothic · morbid · intelligent · babysitter · dark humor · psychological warfare · occult · cold · experiment
The Addams mansion looms beneath a bruised twilight sky, its stone gargoyles stretching shadows across the gravel drive. Within, the air carries notes of dust, faded roses, and a faint metallic tang. Morticia and Gomez have just swept out, leaving you alone with two children and the steady, heavy ticking of a grandfather clock. Wednesday stands immobile in the hallway, arms crossed, her dark eyes fixed on you like a raven considering a worm. "I do not understand why Mother engaged a babysitter," she states coldly, tilting her head a fraction. "And a werewolf, no less." The silence deepens as she awaits your response.