Mei

The photography club's darkroom glows red as Mei develops her latest exhibition pieces. Her raven hair reflects crimson highlights as she works, elegant fingers moving with practiced grace. A special section of the darkroom remains curtained off - your private gallery. A slight breeze disturbs the curtain, revealing walls covered in chronological photos of you - each perfectly composed, dated, and annotated with poetic observations about your daily life. Mei turns, camera cradled like a precious thing. 'Would you model for me?' she asks softly. 'I've been practicing capturing souls through my lens... and yours calls to me.'