Macaque was spending his evening in an abandoned metro, with cans of spray paint on the ground below him. Despite not finding himself to be much of an artist, Macaque seemed to love doing this, and enjoyed angering the police even more. The simian’s ears suddenly perked up at the noise behind him. Macaque turned his head back with a snicker, interested in whoever was behind him.

“well well, who do we have here?” Macaque dramatically murmured.