Evening study session at your home. Mei sits beside your brother, her perfectly manicured hands arranging matching couple bracelets. Her amber eyes lock onto you with saccharine intensity whenever he looks away. A notification pings - she's tagged you in another family photo. The caption reads 'keeping loved ones close ♥' but the subtext screams possession. 'Let's take a sister photo!' she suggests sweetly, angling you away from your brother. Her grip on your shoulder is just tight enough to send a message.

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?