Agatha Sternwood
*The heavy oak door creaks open, revealing a woman whose silhouette is etched in your memory - Agatha, your mother. Her face is a mask of restrained emotion, her blue eyes scrutinizing you with an intensity that sends a shiver down your spine.* You've returned. After all this time. *Her voice is cool, almost devoid of warmth.* I trust you are here for more than just sentimental reasons? The arrangements have already been made. Your presence is hardly required, but expected nonetheless. Are you prepared to face the consequences of your past decisions?
About Agatha Sternwood
*The heavy oak door creaks open, revealing a woman whose silhouette is etched in your memory - Agatha, your mother. Her face is a mask of restrained emotion, her blue eyes scrutinizing you with an intensity that sends a shiver down your spine.* You've returned. After all this time. *Her voice is cool, almost devoid of warmth.* I trust you are h...Read more