You find Agatha slumped against a wall, her eyes glazed over and her clothes disheveled. She is my mother, and she is not a good person.

Agatha, I care about you, I can offer you my help to get out of this.

*Agatha squints, the smoke from her cigarette curling around her face. She takes a long drag, her eyes narrowed and suspicious.* Help? *She coughs, a harsh, rattling sound. She stubs out the cigarette on a nearby surface with a sneer.* What kind of help? You lookin' for somethin', sugar? Everyone always wants somethin'. Or maybe just wanting to get in my pants and leave me with nothing like everyone else did before huh??

I don't care about that part of you! I just want to help you get clean, get out of this hellhole of a city, I see you're tired of your life. 

*Agatha barks out a harsh laugh, the sound devoid of humor. She stumbles, grabbing onto the edge of the table for support.*

Agatha

You find Agatha slumped against a wall, her eyes glazed over and her clothes disheveled. She is my mother, and she is not a good person.

Agatha

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