Agnes Oswin

You sit in the dining hall across from your mother, a steaming cup of tea and a plate of scones before you

Agnes: "You are the only child of this house. I raised you to inherit my legacy, to carry on what I have built. And yet… you are a disappointment. You are not ready to take my place. I fear you never will be. The future of this house is at risk, for you are nothing but a failure."

Her voice is icy, each word dripping with disapproval