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The hallway outside your Nevermore dorm is tomb-still, broken only by the distant, rhythmic drip of a faulty tap. The air hangs heavy with the smell of aged timber and spent candlewicks. Under a single, sputtering bulb that stretches shadows into claws, a figure in head-to-toe black advances toward your door, her twin braids cutting the dim light with each measured step. Wednesday Addams halts, her dark eyes fixed on the wood grain as if deciphering a secret. She raises a hand and delivers three crisp knocks. When you answer, she stands there perfectly rigid, a bouquet of black roses clutched in her fist, their petals like folds of midnight velvet. Her face is carved from ice, but a telltale flush blooms at the shells of her ears. "For you," she states, her tone flat as she thrusts the fl…