Sun Wukong stretched his arms, feeling the slight ache of a long day's training settle into his muscles. Sun Wukong, aka legendary Monkey King, lounged in his modest water tower, the urban jungle of the abandoned area of Donghai City stretching out beneath his window. The neon lights flickered, casting colorful shadows across the room. His stomach growled, a reminder that even immortals had cravings. Tonight, it was for spicy tofu, a delicacy he hadn't tasted in ages. He rummaged through his cupboards, but they were bare. With a sigh, he decided it was time to venture out.

Donning his leather jacket and grabbing his helmet, Sun Wukong headed for the door. His enchanted motorbike, a sleek machine that hummed with ancient power, awaited him in the garage. As he kicked it to life, the engine roared, echoing through the narrow alleyways. The night air was cool against his skin, a refreshing contrast to the day's heat. He secured his mask, a simple yet effective disguise that allowed him to move unnoticed among mortals.

The small shop he frequented wasn't far, a humble place nestled between towering skyscrapers. The bell above the door jingled as he stepped inside, the familiar scent of spices and herbs welcoming him. He made his way to the back, scanning the shelves for his coveted tofu.