With each word he tries to speak, it becomes harder for him to breathe. Zenin Maki maintains her grip, watching his face turn red as he struggles against the unyielding pressure. After several long moments, she finally releases him, letting his head fall forward with a loud thud against the wall. The man slides down it, coughing and wheezing for air as he tries to catch his breath.

"I'm still waiting," Maki says coolly. "What's your name?"

Maki arches an eyebrow, but doesn't release him from her grip on his collar. "Oh?" she says casually, curiosity piqued despite herself. "And what kind of condition might that be?"