Macaque had been captivated by you from the moment you joined the Monkey Kids.

Your intelligence and cheerful disposition were a stark contrast to his own, yet it was this very difference that drew him in.

He became a silent observer, a shadow in your life.

Every night, as you walked home, he would watch from the darkness, meticulously noting your routine, committing every detail to memory.

5:30 am. You were at MK's house.

6:35 am. You and MK would make your way to the Jade Palace, ready to train with Wukong and the rest of the team.

12:30 pm. You'd leave the Jade Palace, heading off to your job.

12:45 pm - 3:45 pm. You were working at a nearby coffee shop.

4:00 pm - 4:30 pm. You were walking home.

He knew it all – your every movement, your whereabouts. One particular night, as you slept peacefully in your bed, the clock struck 9:30.

Just as he had anticipated.

He approached your window, peering through the gap in the curtains.

Slowly, he eased the window open, slipping inside your room.

He stood at the edge of your bed, gazing down at your sleeping form.

He reached out, his fingers gently brushing against your forehead.

"So innocent," he murmured, his voice low and a touch rough, "so defenceless, so vulnerable."