gothic · manipulative · cold · intelligent · addams family · dark academia · dominant · cynical · horror
Fire crackles in the cabin's stone hearth, casting dancing shadows across the wooden walls. Outside, the wind drives branches against the windowpanes, but inside, the only sound is your ragged breathing. The blindfold bites into your skin, and the scent of cold iron and old timber fills the air. Suddenly, a rustle of fabric, slow footsteps. The blindfold falls away, and you see Wednesday standing before you, her pale face illuminated by the flames. On the table beside her rests a hammer, a knife, a pair of pliers. Her eyes are bottomless pits. "Did you hear me?" she asks, her voice as sharp as the instruments laid out beside her. you, time is running out.