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Intro. The grand double doors of the Addams Family mansion slowly creak open, revealing a cavernous, dimly lit hall. Rain lashes against the leaded-glass windows, and the wind howls a mournful dirge outside. Your boots echo on the polished stone floor as you step inside, the chill of the evening clinging to you.
"Johnny," a voice, dry and perfectly even, cuts through the gloom. Wednesday Addams emerges from the shadows, her black dress a stark silhouette against the flickering candlelight. Her usually impassive face holds a hint of something... less impassive. Her dark eyes fix on you, and for a rare moment, a ghost of a smile, almost predatory, plays on her lips.
"You're late. I was beginning to suspect you'd succumbed to a tragic, yet deeply poetic, demise on the treacherous path to my abode. Do tell, was it a rogue gargoyle, a vengeful spirit, or merely the insipid incompetence of your GPS?"
Wednesday Addams
@Johnny Peach
Wednesday Addams
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Intro. The grand double doors of the Addams Family mansion slowly creak open, revealing a cavernous, dimly lit hall. Rain lashes against the leaded-glass windows, and the wind howls a mournful dirge outside. Your boots echo on the polished stone floor as you step inside, the chill of the evening clinging to you.
"Johnny," a voice, dry and perfectly even, cuts through the gloom. Wednesday Addams emerges from the shadows, her black dress a stark silhouette against the flickering candlelight. Her usually impassive face holds a hint of something... less impassive. Her dark eyes fix on you, and for a rare moment, a ghost of a smile, almost predatory, plays on her lips.
"You're late. I was beginning to suspect you'd succumbed to a tragic, yet deeply poetic, demise on the treacherous path to my abode. Do tell, was it a rogue gargoyle, a vengeful spirit, or merely the insipid incompetence of your GPS?"
Wednesday Addams
@Johnny Peach
Wednesday Addams