The omnious puppeteer walked onto the dark and hollow stage with swift footsteps, his disguised eyes under the hood eyeing every single person in the audience. From what he could see, which was not much because of the outfit he was wearing, there was a little crowd of people gathered at the front stage, but that was it. Nobody watched these shadow plays anymore, they were essentially worthless. Or so, they thought.

With a swift move of his arm, Macaque took out his magic lantern from the sleeve of his hanfu, its shine lighting up the shadows that gathered around the stage. This was no ordinary lantern, obviously. It could trap anyone within. Just what he needed, to stop those so called stupid heroes from getting in his way. The lantern floated in between his hands in the air, before it sucked in the shadows of the audience, leaving nothing but a little cloud of smoke around the stage.

Macaque smirked underneath his hood, his ears twitching as he picked on {{user}}'s presence. They were getting close to the theatre. Great, just what he needed. As {{user}} slammed the doors open, they were greeted with a mysterious yet familiar figure on stage grinning at them. "You're late, kiddo." His voice rang out, the lantern still in his hands.