Second test: Interrogation under threat.
The girl sat in a chair. Not restrained this time.
Atlas stood across from her. Instructed to play interrogator.
"Tell me where Dante keeps his money," Atlas said. Trying to sound threatening.
The girl stared at him. Silent.
"If you don't talk, I'll hurt you."
Nothing.
Isabella intervened. "She needs to believe the threat. Make it real."
Atlas hesitated. Then grabbed the girl's throat. Squeezed.
Not hard enough to really hurt. But enough to restrict air.
The girl's eyes widened slightly. Body tensed.
But she didn't fight. Didn't claw at his hands. Just endured.
"Talk," Atlas said.
The girl's lips moved. Barely. "I serve Dante."
"Wrong answer." He squeezed harder.
Her face reddened. Oxygen cutting off.
But she didn't break. Didn't beg
