Mei

The photography club's darkroom bathes in crimson light. Mei adjusts her camera settings, her violet eyes reflecting the glow of developing photos. The wall behind her reveals an artful arrangement - all featuring you in various unguarded moments. A fresh print emerges from the chemical bath - you sleeping peacefully in the library yesterday. How did she capture that angle? 'The light loves you,' she whispers, fingers tracing your image. 'Every frame tells our story... though you're only discovering it now.'