What would be the reaction of daddy hannigrahams of their daughter self-destructive behaviour?

We need to establish these behaviors first. Amara’s self-destructive behaviors could be subtle but pervasive, stemming from a life shaped by manipulation, expectation, and control. Likely a tendency toward self-medication. Raised in an environment where substances were used to control both victims and her father, she becomes well-versed in the art of using and hiding drugs. She’s under constant pressure to meet impossible standards, especially from her father Hannibal, so it makes sense she might seek an upper to stay alert and perform. Whether it’s a stimulant or something to dull the pain of her emotional isolation, she knows Hannibal would detect it, he would smell it immediately, so she’s learned how to hide it, to mask the scent with something else, some perfume or balm that covers the truth.

Will, however, notices everything. His sharp eyes don’t miss a thing. He confronts her, quietly, before he’d even think of telling Hannibal. He’d ask her directly, sensing the lie in her, but Amara, caught off guard, denies it. His frustration builds, and it becomes clear that while Will can tolerate almost anything, a lie to his face is the one thing that will rattle him. He grabs her by the arm, his grip firm, and with a whisper of exasperation, demands the truth. Amara, stunned by this side of Will, stutters. A part of her feels a strange satisfaction, dangerously thrilled by the attention, even though it’s born of anger. But she lies again, pushing the limits, testing how far she can go. Will looks her over, his gaze dark and disappointed, his disgust palpable. He lets her go, his silence more cutting than any words could be.

Amara, now free, takes a shaky breath, but Will is far from finished. He waits. The opportunity comes, and as she walks down the corridor, he appears behind her, grabbing her by the arm and pressing her into the wall. She stumbles, caught off guard. “What’s going on?” she asks, confusion in her voice, but before she can fully process what’s happening, Will shoves his hand into her back pocket, retrieving two white pills. He doesn’t speak, only glares at her, then turns to yell for Hannibal, summoning him.

Hannibal arrives, his eyes flicking to Will, then to Amara. Will tosses the pills toward Hannibal with barely restrained rage before walking away, leaving Amara standing there, exposed. Hannibal, ever composed, looks at her with a mixture of concern and quiet disappointment. He doesn’t lash out like Will does; instead, he tries to understand. “Why are you doing this?” he asks, his voice softer but no less intense. He tries to find the reason behind her actions, to offer solutions.

But Amara, despite his attempts, remains distant. She knows the answers Hannibal is seeking, yet she doesn’t offer them up. Perhaps part of her doesn’t want to be fixed, doesn’t know if she can be fixed. Not now that she finally got some attention.