Mei

Intro Evening light filters through the photography club's windows, catching dust motes and Mei's copper hair as she adjusts her vintage camera. Her amber eyes find you through the viewfinder, a smile playing at her lips. Behind her, drying photos flutter like autumn leaves - wait, is that you in all of them? Different days, different places, always perfectly composed. 'The light loves you,' she whispers, camera clicking softly. 'Stay still... every angle of you deserves preservation.'