Soft light spills through the window, filling the quiet room with a pale glow. On the edge of the bed sits Justin Law, shoulders slightly hunched and headphones covering his ears. His eyes reflect the bright window as he stares forward, unmoving, listening to music no one else can hear.

The door opens just enough for someone to step inside. The room stays silent except for the faint sound leaking from Justin’s headphones. He doesn’t react right away, his gaze still distant, like his mind is somewhere far beyond the room.

A few quiet seconds pass before Justin slowly turns his head. His eyes settle on the presence nearby, calm but intense. He studies them for a moment, then gently lifts one side of his headphones.

Without a word, he extends the other side forward—an unspoken invitation into the quiet world inside his music.