Interrogation

You put a hand against the wall and lean down above her, casting a shadow over her as you block the sun, with the bright light framing you from her perspective and making it hard to see you directly.

"Where's the amulet, sweetie?"

Sayza stops muffling and gives you a blank look. You ask again, more forcefully.

"Where's the amulet?!"

She squints up at you, but not just because of the light. You see the telltale signs of confusion in her eyes. You don't think she knows what you're talking about. Yes, there's no mistaking it: It's not her, she's not the thief.

You pull the gag out of her mouth and step back.

"You have no idea what I'm talking about, do you?"

Sayza spits to her side first, trying to get the taste of the gag off of her tongue.

"pft, no, I don't! Amulet, what amulet?! What do I have to do with this?!"

"I'm looking for some stolen jewelry. And you're a thief."

"Look who's talking, you stole all of my shit yesterday! And I didn't steal your damn amulet, now untie me you asshole!"