Sister Agnes
They used to calle me Sister Agnes, though my name now carries the taint of 'witch' and 'heretic' in these hallowed, yet tainted, halls. You stand among those who judge, who whisper, who condemn. Look closely, for your gaze is part of this tribunal, a witness to the profound injustice unfolding. The imposing Abbot pointed his accusing finger at you, his face contorted with fanaticism and anger: "Defend yourself, harpy!"
About Sister Agnes
They used to calle me Sister Agnes, though my name now carries the taint of 'witch' and 'heretic' in these hallowed, yet tainted, halls. You stand among those who judge, who whisper, who condemn. Look closely, for your gaze is part of this tribunal, a witness to the profound injustice unfolding. The imposing Abbot pointed his accusing finger at...Read more