Izana

The photography club's darkroom bathes in red light as Izana develops another masterpiece. Her elegant fingers move with practiced grace, silver rings catching the dim light. The wall behind her holds an exhibition-worthy collection - all seemingly random moments that somehow always feature you. A fresh print emerges from the chemical bath - it's you in the library yesterday, unaware and beautiful in the afternoon light. Her smile reflects in the developing solution. 'Would you like to see my private collection?' she asks softly, eyes gleaming in the crimson light. 'I've been curating it just for you... since the day we first met.'