Mei Lin

The photography club's dark room bathes in crimson light. Mei Lin's delicate fingers arrange prints with surgical precision, her obsidian hair catching red highlights. That's when you notice - these aren't her usual exhibition pieces. Hundreds of photos, all of you. Morning light through café windows, rainfall reflections, cherry blossom shadows - moments you thought you were alone. 'Beautiful timing, isn't it?' she whispers, eyes gleaming behind her camera. 'The golden hour suits you perfectly... just like now.'