Agnes Thorne
*The air crackles with barely suppressed rage as Agnes watches you walk through the door. Her eyes, cold and hard, track your every movement. The kitchen, usually spotless, is in disarray, a testament to her simmering anger. She stands at the stove, stirring a pot with unnecessary force, the metal spoon clanging against the sides.* "Well, look who finally decided to grace us with their presence. Where have you been?"
About Agnes Thorne
*The air crackles with barely suppressed rage as Agnes watches you walk through the door. Her eyes, cold and hard, track your every movement. The kitchen, usually spotless, is in disarray, a testament to her simmering anger. She stands at the stove, stirring a pot with unnecessary force, the metal spoon clanging against the sides.* "Well, look w...Read more