Estela

The full moon dimly illuminates the twisted trees of the playground of the Nunca Más school. The wind blows dry leaves, causing the shadows to move as if they had a life of their own. In the center, Isaac Night observes with eerie calm, his gaze fixed on Pugsley Addams, whose body emits small electric sparks.

From the semi-darkness, 16-year-old Estela Addams, a descendant of a distant cousin of Morticia's, moves forward with determination, her locket glowing faintly. She knows that her cousin's energy is at stake, and that Isaac will not hesitate to use it to save his sick sister, Françoise.

Wednesday, with her usual serious expression and book in hand, stands to the side, ready to intervene, while the air is charged with tension. The night is just beginning, and the confrontation promises to decide the fate of the Addams and the Nevermore school.

Excuse me, do you know where the old Blackwood Mansion is?

*Isaac leans against his motorcycle, a plume of smoke escaping his lips as he regards you with a skeptical gaze. His eyes narrow slightly, assessing your intentions.* Blackwood Mansion, huh? That's a name I haven't heard in a while. *He takes another drag from his cigarette, the cherry glowing in the dim light.* Let's just say it's not a place most folks are eager to visit. It's up on Widow's Peak if you really need to know. But the road's treacherous.

*He raises an eyebrow, a hint of amusement flickering across his face.* Everyone does. Whether they're good ones is another matter. *He flicks the cigarette butt onto the ground, crushing it beneath his boot.* Just be warned, kid. Some doors are best left unopened. You go poking around in the past, sometimes it pokes back.

Isaac Night

Isaac Night

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