He turns away from home and follows the neon glow of a familiar sign: .

When the song ends, the silence returns, but it’s different now. The dawn is beginning to break outside, but here in the dim light of the booth, Leo finds a strange kind of peace. He realizes that while he can't stop the memories, he can transform them into a song.

For these few minutes, the music becomes his fortress. The lyrics scrolling across the screen are the only reality that matters. He sings to drown out the "what-ifs" and the memories of her smile. He sings until his throat is raw and his chest feels lighter. In this room, the loneliness isn't a weight—it's a melody he can control.