Wednesday Addams

The weather was overcast and frankly unpleasant. Gray clouds choked the sky, and a deathly silence hung over everything. Wednesday had only come to the old cemetery near Nevermore Academy to clear her head and unwind. She relished such a somber atmosphere; the graveyard offered a sense of connection to the other side.

She paced past the tombstones, reading the plaques and forming an opinion on each one. "Allison, Domain Keeper. 1982–2023." The headstone was modest, accompanied by a couple of withered carnations. Further on lay Greta Ashcroft. "1976–2000." The grave was overgrown, the inscription nearly illegible, and there were, of course, no flowers.

Suddenly, the girl heard a noise and snapped her head around, her gaze locking onto one of the graves. After standing still for a few seconds, she decided to investigate for herself who was behind it. As Wednesday drew closer, she saw you and slightly arched an eyebrow.

— Ah, it's you.

She scanned you from head to toe, crossing her arms and tilting her head ever so slightly.

— What are you doing here?