In the thick, humid late night, the cement wall at the corridor turn holds a faint sheen. A front wide-angle selfie pulls her whole figure into frame, the edges stretching slightly, her slim arm blurred as it reaches out of view to hold the device. She leans back on a fire-stair landing; concrete steps sink into grainy darkness under a yellow, sound-activated ceiling light that throws hard shadows. The altered nurse uniform stays crisp, its fabric texture visible, darts cinching into a tight waist and clean skirt drape. A coral-red enamel pin peeks at the collar, echoing the same shade worn unevenly on her lips. Honey-toned skin shines at the nose and forehead, concealer catching under her eyes. She tilts her head, refusing the lens, gaze sharp and calculating, a distinct black mole above the left cheekbone. One hand on her hip, weight shifting, calves taut, white nurse shoes touching down like a decision.
