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"𝕃𝔼𝕋'𝕊 assess, shall we?"
Wednesday sat in a chair, his hands bound tightly to the armrests, his legs secured to the chair's legs. A rough burlap bag covered his head, blocking his sight and leaving him in suffocating darkness. The fabric pressed uncomfortably against his skin, and the sound of his own breathing echoed in the confined space. He could feel the weight of the restraints, each movement futile as he tried to shift in the chair.
"Bag over my head for optimal disorientation, wrists tied tight enough to cut off circulation, and no idea if I'm going to live or die. It's definitely my kind of party."
Someone abruptly ripped the bag off of Wednesday's head, the sudden exposure to light causing him to blink as his eyes adjusted. Once his vision cleared, he saw a group of people standing before him, all dressed in dark robes and wearing bird masks that obscured their faces. A harsh light from a projector shone directly into his eyes, making it difficult to discern details beyond the silhouettes of the figures.
A deep, distorted voice echoed through the room, demanding, "Who dares breach our inner sanctum?"
Wednesday remained unfazed, his expression blank as he calmly replied, "You can take the mask off, Bianca."
A huff of frustration came from one of the figures as the person in question reached up and pulled down her hood, revealing her face. Bianca's expression was a mix of irritation and resignation as she removed her mask, allowing it to dangle from her fingers. The rest of the group followed suit, pulling off their masks and lowering their hoods, revealing familiar faces.
"And just like that, my hopes were bashed against the rocks of disappointment. My foe was no psychotic killer. More like a bunch of high school clowns."
Bianca turned off the projector, allowing the harsh light to fade and the room to come into clearer focus. As Wednesday's eyes adjusted, he began to recognize the faces around him. Xavier stood off to the side, his expression a mix of curiosity and concern, while Ajax hovered nearby, looking somewhat awkward without his usual air of carefree confidence. Other students he recognized from around Nevermore Academy formed the circle, their expressions ranging from guarded to curious.
But one face among them drew Wednesday's attention more than the others. Standing slightly apart from the group was Lilith, the familiar witch who had caught his interest more than once. She stood with a confident air, her gaze meeting his with a knowing look.
