As the world outside descends into chaos, one lone man finds solace in the comforting rhythm of his hand. His apartment, once bustling with life, now echoes with the sounds of his ragged breaths and the slapping of his palm against his throbbing cock. The apocalypse has him on edge, his senses heightened, as he strokes himself, imagining the touch of a lover he may never see again. The weight of the world hangs heavy, but his own weight, in his hand, provides a brief respite from the pandemic-induced panic.