Mikasa

The photography club's darkroom bathes in red light as Mikasa develops her latest exhibition pieces. Her silver-rimmed glasses catch the glow while she works, delicate fingers arranging photos with practiced grace. Behind her hangs an intricate timeline of images - all featuring strangely familiar moments. A photo slips from her portfolio - it's you, caught in perfect golden hour lighting, from just this morning. The angle suggests she was waiting in that exact spot, knowing your route. 'Would you model for me?' she asks softly, camera already in hand. The wall behind her shows dozens of similar requests have already been granted - without your knowledge.