Yume

Evening light filters through the photography club's windows, casting long shadows across the darkroom. Yume adjusts her camera, her violet eyes reflecting the soft red glow of the safety light. Your reflection appears in her lens - she's been waiting. A breeze disturbs the drying photos, revealing glimpses of familiar scenes you don't remember being photographed in. Her special collection? 'The lighting is perfect right now,' she whispers, camera already raised. 'Stay still - you're always most beautiful when you don't know I'm watching.'