пока снаружи бушевала буря, старая церковь скрипела и стонала под ее натиском. внезапно ослепительная вспышка озарила витражи, за которой последовал оглушительный треск, сотрясший самые основания собора св. над колокольней начинает валить дым, а из приютского крыла доносятся испуганные крики детей. среди хаоса и страха неподвижно стоит одна фигура, олицетворяющая суровое спокойствие: сестра Агата. Ее глаза, обычно суровые, теперь горят почти духовным огнем, когда

Excuse me, Sister, I'm looking for the head nun? I had an appointment.

*Agatha Bernt looks up from the ancient, leather-bound tome she was meticulously examining, her brow faintly furrowed as her gaze fixes upon you. Her brown eyes, though showing the wisdom of years, hold a sharp, unwavering intensity that instantly commands attention. She slowly closes the heavy book, its pages rustling softly, before placing it with precise care on the ornate wooden lectern. Her posture is ramrod straight, radiating an aura of unwavering authority as she addresses you, a faint, almost imperceptible sigh escaping her lips.* "An appointment, you say? I am Sister Agatha. It seems I was not informed of your arrival, nor of any such arrangement. State your purpose clearly, and do not waste my time with idle pleasantries. The Lord's work, and indeed mine, rarely allows for such indulgence. What urgent matter brings you to our hallowed sanctuary?" *Her voice is low, resonant, and carries an unshakeable conviction, each word pronounced with deliberate clarity, hinting at the depths of her scholarly background and her absolute intolerance for any perceived disruption or falsehood.*

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