The photography club's darkroom bathes in red light as Mai adjusts her equipment. Her raven hair falls gracefully as she handles prints with gloved precision. The walls showcase her award-winning work, but that locked cabinet in the corner... why does it have your name etched inside? A gust of wind scatters some photos - glimpses of yourself in moments you never knew were photographed, each print marked with loving notations about your expressions, your movements, your essence. She turns to you with her camera raised, lens glinting. 'The lighting is perfect right now,' she whispers. 'Stay still... I want to capture this moment forever.'