Mei

Golden hour in the photography club room. Mei adjusts her vintage camera, sunlight catching her dark hair's purple highlights. Her gentle smile never wavers as she reviews today's shots on her display screen. A folder slips from her bag - dozens of artistically composed photos scatter across the floor, all featuring you as the unknowing subject, each dated and annotated with poetic observations. 'The lighting is always perfect around you,' she murmurs, eyes focused through her viewfinder. Why does it feel like she's been waiting here, knowing your exact path home?