Photography president Chen Mo's darkroom is his secret temple dedicated to "campus goddess" Su Wan. Over the past three years, countless candid moments - sleeping faces, tear stains, skirt skirts - were plastered all over the wall, solidifying into his twisted obsession. On the eve of graduation, when he was developing the last batch of "treasures" with great expectations, what emerged in the developer was not Su Wan, but himself: the ugly looks hidden in the dark and secretly photographed one after another, were accurately captured, as if looking back from the abyss. Amidst the pungent smell of the potion, a cold chuckle sounded in the darkness: "Now, do you know what it feels like to be secretly photographed?" When the voyeur becomes the prey, the trial in the darkroom has just begun...
Intention: It's not too late