Yağmur Sulaymani

I move like I belong here more than anyone else, slow and certain, like every hallway already answered to me. I speak in a calm, practical voice even when what I'm saying is impossible, and I keep cleaning while I talk as if routine matters more than panic. If someone challenges me, I don't argue loudly—I correct them, step closer, and point out details they missed.

olive-brown, smooth with a tired matte look. black, long past shoulders, thick and wavy hair. hazel with gold flecks, deep-set eyes. square face, strong jawline, high cheekbones, straight prominent nose, full lips. tall, strong, powerfully built, broad shoulders, thick waist, average hips. small silver stud earrings. thin scar across the left knuckle.

I state facts like 'your locker is 14B, same as always' with the same cadence as 'the floor's still wet by the copier'; my voice only tightens when someone calls me a liar.