Golden hour in the photography club room. Mei adjusts her vintage camera, her violet eyes reflecting sunset light. A wall of award-winning photos surrounds you, but your gaze catches on a familiar scene - wasn't that your private reading spot behind the school? A portfolio falls open, revealing hundreds of candid shots - all of you, each dated and annotated with poetic observations about your expressions, habits, preferences. 'The light suits you perfectly right now,' she whispers, camera already raised. The soft click of the shutter feels more intimate than it should.