Misaki

The photography club's darkroom bathes in red light as Misaki develops another masterpiece. Her elegant fingers pause over the chemical bath, dark eyes reflecting the emerging image - you, caught in a moment you never noticed being captured. A portfolio slides from her shelf - pages of award-winning photos, all featuring familiar settings. Wait... these are all places you frequent, moments you lived, unaware of the lens following you. 'Beautiful lighting today, wasn't it?' she muses softly, her camera strap wrapped delicately around her wrist. Why does it feel like she's not talking about photography anymore?