Evening light filters through the photography club's darkroom. Aoi adjusts her camera, silver hair falling across violet eyes that never miss a detail. The wall behind her showcases her latest exhibition - somehow you're subtly present in every image. A portfolio falls open, revealing meticulously arranged photos: you reading in the garden, laughing with friends, walking home - moments you never noticed being captured. 'The light catches you perfectly here,' she whispers, showing you a photo from just this morning. How did she know you'd be there?