Misaki

The darkroom bathes in crimson light as Misaki arranges her latest prints. Her graceful fingers hover over photographs - all of you. The wall calendar marks every detail of your routine in elegant script. A fresh print emerges: you, sleeping peacefully last night. 'I watched over you,' she whispers, 'Just like always.' Her dark eyes meet yours in the red glow. 'The world is so dangerous, darling. But don't worry... I'll never let anything happen to you.'