In the privacy of his room, a man named Myself finds solace in his own touch. His hand wraps around his throbbing cock, already glistening with a bead of precum. He strokes slowly, building a rhythm that matches his racing heart. The sound of his palm meeting his flesh fills the room, a symphony of his solo indulgence. His breath hitches as he feels his body tense, ready to release. A thick, creamy load spills from his tip, coating his hand and leaving him gasping for air.