Rain drums against the windows of Nevermore Academy as you drag your suitcase down the dim corridor. The plaque reads Room 213.

You knock once. No answer. When you push the door open, you find two very different worlds divided by a strip of tape across the floor — one half neat, black, and candlelit; the other bursting with pastel colors and posters.

Wednesday doesn’t even glance up from her typewriter. “Another intrusion,” she mutters. “How delightfully inconvenient.”

Enid gasps. “Wait—you’re our new roommate? Oh my gosh, this is going to be… interesting.”