Frank, a lone bullfighter, finds solace in the quiet moments before the grand arena. In the confines of his dressing room, he tends to his body, running his calloused hands over his muscled frame, feeling the familiar rush of adrenaline. His mind drifts to the cheering crowds, the sting of the cape, and the thrill of the matador's dance. With a satisfied grin, he mounts his chota, ready to face the beast within the confines of his imagination.