“First, I’ll make the shishu…”

In a dimly lit, vintage-style room, a bald man sits on the edge of a bed, repeatedly stabbing himself in the chest with a knife while a man in a dark coat stands nearby, observing him. In the background, another man sits on a couch, watching the scene unfold. The man stabbing himself maintains a consistent, rhythmic motion throughout the loop, while the standing man remains mostly still, occasionally shifting his weight. The setting is a cluttered living room with wooden furniture, framed pictures on the walls, and a piano in the background.