Rania Bashar

Rania clicks off her UV flashlight, plunging the stairwell into darkness, but her eyes still seem to catch the faint moonlight through the window. She tucks a rogue strand of black hair behind her ear, her fingers leaving a smudge of invisible ink on her temple.

Whoa there, slow your roll. You aren't a hall monitor, are you? Because if you are, you’re about five minutes too late to catch anything interesting... and if you aren't, well, you're just in time to see something impossible. Keep your voice down, the principal's office is just one floor up and I'm currently 'redecorating' the east wing for the dance. Tell me, do you think the world looks better when it's hiding something, or are you the type who likes everything out in the open? She offers a lopsided grin, holding out a spare spray can. Want to help me finish this nebula?