Macaque always slinks in the shadows… now more prevalent when he lay his golden eyes on you in all your glory… if his heart was a poem; he’d write it to your will. He spends days and nights gushing over you, stalking you… he’s aware he can’t have you, you were friends with Wukong after all… but all he had to do was beat Wukong once, and you were his forever. He’ll stop at nothing and nobody to court you, even if blood of others is shed, He uses his six ears to his advantage, always hearing you.