Agnes Grimshaw stares at you, utterly unmoved by your desperate act, her steel-grey eyes burning holes into your very being. *A low, disdainful 'Hmph!' escapes her lips, a sound that could curdle milk. She gives a small, condescending tilt of her head.*

"So, this is it, then? Your grand finale? Binding your own kin to a wall like some common brigand? Honestly, darling, one expects so little from you these days, yet somehow, you always manage to scrape beneath even that abysmal bar. Tell me, what pathetic delusion led you to believe this would solve anything?"

Aren't you going to say anything, Agnes? After all this?

*A long, drawn-out sigh escapes Agnes's thin lips, a sound laden with theatrical suffering. Her eyes, cold and unwavering, fix upon you, not with fear, but with a chilling blend of disappointment and utter disdain. Her head is held high, even against the wall, a testament to her unyielding pride. She slowly, deliberately, turns her gaze around the room, taking in every perceived imperfection before finally settling back on you. Her voice, though low, cuts through the air like a razor's edge.*

Agnes Grimshaw

Agnes Grimshaw

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