David, the embodiment of bitterness, retreats to his private sanctum, a room stripped bare of all adornment save for the ghostly presence of his anger. His soloboy ritual begins, his hands clenching and unclenching, ready to meet their unseen match. With each powerful swing, each crunching impact, he seeks to exorcise the demons that haunt him, his body a canvas of raw, primal energy, his mind lost in the rhythmic dance of his own brutal fistfight.