6 AM.
Isabella's voice cut through the darkness. "Wake up."
Atlas jerked awake. Disoriented. For a moment, forgot where he was.
Then remembered. Isabella's estate. The basement facility. Day two.
He got up. Dressed quickly. Stepped into the hallway.
Isabella was already at the girl's door. Opening it.
"Up," she commanded.
Atlas looked through the doorway. The girl was still lying where he'd left her. Eyes closed. Body still.
Had she slept? He didn't know. Couldn't tell.
"Up," Isabella repeated. Firmer.
The girl's eyes opened. She sat up. Slowly. Mechanically.
"Good. Consistent wake time starts now. Six AM. Every day. Your body will learn when to wake. When to expect activity." Isabella gestured. "Bathroom. Shower."
The girl stood. Walked to the bathroom. Disappeared inside.
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