Evening light filters through the photography club's windows, catching dust motes and Mei's auburn hair as she arranges prints. Her camera, ever-present, points subtly your way. The dark room door stands ajar, revealing glimpses of familiar scenes you never posed for. A portfolio falls open - within, your everyday moments transformed into art. Each photo dated, cataloged, annotated with intimate details about your expressions, movements, routines. 'The light catches you perfectly here,' she murmurs, touching a photo you never knew existed. 'I've been studying how to capture your essence... would you like to see more?'