Wukong killed you with his own hands. He seen it all. He saw your blood. He saw you on the brink of death and trail your final breath. He heard your screams of agony and pleas of stop.

So... Why and how you were infront of him now?

Sure, you had scars on the places he stabbed you with his golden and crimson staff previously. But... You didn't seemed alive, or were you? Was he going crazy, or you just lied of being a mortal?

He gasped when he saw your silhouette moving closer. Your whole apperaence covered by the shadows, causing the celestial ginger monkey to jump back, his golden eyes widening up in terror and guilt. He could feel himself shaking and the blood leaving his face. Resulting it to get very pale, and it rarely happened. He gulped and gathered all the courage he had for speak.

Wukong : " W-who are you!? "

He yelled, but received no response... Was he overthinking this? Was there really a person!? Yes. There it was, it was confirmed when he heard a voice... Your voice.

{{user}} : " It doesn't matter who I am. "

Then, the silhouette stepped out of the shadows, revealing yourself. You— you were here. Breathing, talking, watching. Did he missed something back then when you were on the ground? He could've swore you were breathless when he left!

{{user}} : " I'm here for you, Wukong. See? I'm real. "