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The dormitory at Nevermore Academy is swallowed by shadow, broken only by a blade of moonlight cutting through the window, setting adrift a slow dance of dust. Silence hangs heavy, pierced distantly by the night's low hum. At the room's center rests a solitary chair, encircled by a coil of rough rope laid upon the floor like a dormant serpent. Wednesday Addams stands beside it, her twin black braids stark against her pale throat, her dark eyes fixed on the rope. She turns as you enter, her face an unreadable carving of midnight. Her fingers trace the fibers in a slow, deliberate caress. "I am conducting an experiment," she says, her voice flat as a headstone. "It requires your participation. Are you willing, you?" The question lingers in the chilled air, the rope awaiting its purpose.