In the dimly lit corridors of a forgotten building, the janitor, a man of few words but many desires, finds solace in his work. His eyes meet those of the mysterious Saya, a sultry siren who seems to haunt the halls. With a mop in one hand and a throbbing erection in the other, he gives in to his urges, stroking himself to the thought of her. The sound of her heels clicking on the tile echoes through the empty halls as she approaches, her breath hitching in her throat as she watches him pleasure himself. The game begins.