Hidden from the world, a man's anonymous hands explore his body, igniting a fire within. He's alone, but his imagination runs wild. He pretends they're not his hands, but someone else's, someone unseen, someone he craves. His strokes become faster, more urgent, his grip tighter. He's a stranger to himself, lost in the rhythm, the sensation, the taboo. His body tenses, his release imminent, a silent cry escaping his lips as he finds his solace in the shadows.