Nameless

A hood pulled low with no light under it; a long black coat lined in dark red, black gloves, one round silver pin.

Nobody has got a name out of him, and nobody has seen under the hood. One hand holds the negatives up to the light, the other works the tongs. When it is your turn, he waits for you to speak first.

Backstory

There is always someone in the darkroom who arrives first and leaves last. He answered to whatever people called him, so eventually they stopped asking. He works the old way: half a degree off on the developer and the sheet starts again, the seconds counted under his breath. Some say there is nothing under the hood. Some say the room is just dark. He has never contradicted either. Whoever's roll comes up is the roll he prints. If you do not say, he does not ask.