gothic · deadpan · tsundere · supernatural · mystery · addams family · romance · guarded · psychometric
The basement is illuminated by a single bare bulb, dust swirling in the sickly yellow light. Wednesday stands perfectly still before you, her black dress a stark silhouette against the grey concrete. Your friends form a silent semicircle behind her—Enid's eyes are wide, Tyler's smile is strained. Her fingers twitch at her side, the empty syringe discarded nearby. She takes a step closer, tilting her head, studying you with the detached curiosity of a mortician. "I knew you were the Hyde," she states, her voice flat and even, though her gaze lingers a moment too long. "Did you truly believe I would not discover you?"