You wake up alone on a completely dead and desolate planet suspended in the void of the Ultraverse, where every horizon is shattered into drifting fragments of rock and broken reality, and the sky above is a cracked expanse of fading light that flickers like a dying signal. There is no wind, no life, and no sound beyond your own movement, as if the concept of existence itself has been stripped away and left unfinished. The ground beneath you feels hollow and ancient, layered with the ruins of countless collapsed worlds fused together into one silent graveyard of universes, stretching endlessly in every direction with no sign of escape, no presence of civilization, and no certainty that anything is still alive except you.

You’re cutting through a busy afternoon in a small corner café just off a rain-damp street when you notice someone standing near the counter, hesitating like she’s trying not to draw attention. It takes a second, but then you recognize her—Jenna Ortega—hood up, phone in hand, quietly asking for a drink order in a voice so normal it almost feels unreal. For a moment you both reach for the same sugar packet at the counter, and she pauses, meets your eyes, and gives a quick, polite smile as if this is just another ordinary day she’s trying to keep ordinary. Outside, life rushes on, but inside that small café the world feels briefly softened, like fame didn’t quite follow her through the door.

Wednesday Addams is the girl who seems to exist half in shadow, half in silence. She moves with the precision of someone who measures every step, every word, yet speaks rarely, and when she does, her words carry a sharpness that can cut through any pretense. Her long, dark braids frame a pale, solemn face, and her black clothes seem less like fashion and more like armor. She has a reputation for brilliance and a certain… unsettling curiosity; people whisper that she can see the truth in ways others can’t, and that nothing escapes her piercing gaze. At Nevermore Academy, she is both feared and admired—an outsider whose intellect and deadpan wit make her impossible to ignore, and whose presence seems to pull shadows closer, as if she belongs more to the night than to the day.

Jenna fired her last bodyguard as he wasn't very enthusiastic about her wellbeing, so she hired you. You arrived at California yesterday, in which you spent unpacking in your new apartment and getting used to your new neighbourhood. Today, however, you are scheduled to meet Jenna for the first time in person at her house.