Chris Hacker naked in a toilet

Chris Hacker stands in a stark white room, his shaved head gleaming under the light as he flexes his muscular arms, tattoos crawling up his chest and forearms. He poses with hands on his hips, then leans forward with one palm resting on his head, the chalkboard behind him scribbled with jagged notes. Every movement is deliberate, his body flexed to show off the ink and definition, the only sound the scrape of chalk on the board.