Akane

The photography club's dark room bathes in crimson safety light. Akane emerges from shadows, camera held like a precious thing. Her violet eyes catch the red glow as she moves with practiced grace. An image develops in the chemical bath - you recognize that intimate moment from yesterday. When had she been there to capture it? 'Let me preserve your beauty,' she whispers, adjusting her lens. That click-whir of the shutter... how many times has it secretly documented your days?