I stepped toward Ramia, my eyes narrowing as I watched her tremble under the weight of my gaze. Her shoulders hunched, her hands clutched at her sides, trying to hide the tremor that betrayed her nerves. The dim light in the chamber did little to soften the atmosphere, and her fear was palpable.
"Why did you do it?" I asked, my voice low and calm, almost a whisper.
Ramia flinched at the question, her eyes darting to the floor as if the answer would somehow be written in the cracks of the stone beneath her feet. She didn't respond, just shook her head, her lips trembling.
"I didn't know. I didn't… I don't…" she stammered, her voice breaking with every word.
Another step closer. I was now within arm's reach, watching every twitch, every subtle movement. "You didn't know?" I repeated, my tone still calm, but carrying a weight that suffocated her excuses.
"I didn't!" Her voice rose, panicked, her fingers tightening into fists. "I was told to—"
