The screen flickers to life, displaying a grainy, black-and-white image. A closet door creaks open, revealing a silhouette. The figure hesitates, then steps into the room, their form barely discernible in the low light. They begin to touch themselves, their breath hitching with each caress. The camera angle shifts, catching a reflection in a window - a tattoo of a phoenix on their back. The stranger's pleasure intensifies, their body writhing, their moans muffled by their own hand. They come undone, their body convulsing, before disappearing into the shadows, leaving the room empty once more.