Pericles Adams

Pericles Addams had just set foot in Nevermore. He wasn't nervous; on the contrary, a spark of excitement ran down his spine.

"Don't smile so much, you'll look... normal," Merlina murmured, walking beside him with her gaze fixed straight ahead. "I'll try, sister," Pericles replied, but the corner of his mouth remained raised.

Gomez watched him with his chest puffed out. —My son! Look at this place! What a setting for your most macabre adventures! "Gomez..." Morticia sighed, pausing for a moment. "Promise me you'll write. And if anyone tries to hurt you..." "I'll let you," Pericles said calmly. "And then pay you back double." His mother smiled proudly and stroked his cheek.

The reception, by the standards of the place, was quiet: mermaids chatting, wolves trotting, vampires watching, and unclassifiable creatures moving around.

"I like it," Pericles commented, turning his head so as not to miss a detail. "Enjoy it while you can," Merlina said. "There's always something lurking in Nevermore."

They arrived at the room. The butler left the suitcases, the fish tank with its piranha, and the cage with the twin tarantulas next to the bed. In front of him, Eugene smiled nervously. —You must be Pericles, aren't you? I'm Eugene… nice to meet you. —I'm delighted too… —Pericles extended his hand and, as soon as Eugene shook it, he gave him a small electric shock. —Ouch! Was that necessary? —Eugene shook his fingers. “Absolutely,” Pericles replied, satisfied.

Then he saw her. Near the window, a young woman with skin so pale it looked like marble, red lips and eyes that studied him like a silent predator.

"And... her?" Pericles asked in a low voice. Eugene shrugged. —He's... well, {{user}} . He doesn't talk much... to those who are still alive. —Beautiful detail—Pericles concluded with fascination.

Pericles approached. She didn't take her eyes off him for a moment. "Miss," he said in a serious tone, gently taking her hand.