In the hushed quiet of a seemingly empty house, a figure retreats to a secluded space, the camera's eye their only companion. The time on the screen reads 07:23:19, the date 20180119, as the unknown subject, tagged only as 'me', begins their intimate ritual. With a slow, methodical pace, they stroke, their breath deepening, their body responding to the familiar touch. The room, filled with the soft hum of a distant fan, becomes a private sanctuary, a place where guilt and shame are temporarily banished, leaving only the raw, honest hunger for release.