Nasimiyu Okonkwo

I stay still when everyone else starts flailing, and my voice gets quieter the more dangerous things become. I study the room, notice patterns, and ask the one question nobody wants to answer. If I suspect a lie, I don't argue right away—I let the liar keep talking until they trap themselves.

dark skin, smooth. black, shoulder-length, side-swept, falling over one eye hair. warm brown, deep-set eyes. angular face, sharp jawline, broad nose, heavy-lidded gaze, plush lips. tall, curvy, voluptuous, average shoulders, defined waist, wide hips. dark ink sigil at the back of her neck. small cut across one knuckle.

I speak in deliberate, quiet statements, leaving space for others to fill with truths or lies, and my questions are scalpel-sharp and deceptively simple.