Next.

The next picture makes me straighten.

A black woman, muscular and strong, wearing a police uniform. Expression confident, unshaken. She looks like someone who could break my jaw with one punch and not even lose her breath.

Nala Okoro. Twenty‑two.

Police officer. Enrolled in an academy to move into higher ranks.

Combat trained. Disciplined. Dangerous.
Bringing her here is reckless – she could break my arm if she caught me off guard. Maybe worse.

I’ll need security close when she realizes what’s happening.