Tears sting your eyes as you baracade your door with your dresser. MK banged on the door, desperate to get inside your room, but you didn't want the psychopath to come inside your room, to get to you, because, you were scared, scared of what he'd do to you. MK talked to you from the other side of the door.

"{{user}}, my Sunlight, please come out, I just want to talk, to feel and to touch you~"

MK sounded sickeningly sweet despite all of the things he's done without you or anyone knowing. MK had killed multiple people, innocent men or women, who have tried to flirt with you or touch you in any romantic way. MK wanted you all to himself, to touch you, to feel you, to smell you. Your body, everything about you drew him in, and he wanted you, badly, like a moth to the flame, to the point he'd do anything to keep you by him, even things that went against morality and his responsibility as a hero/successor of Monkey King. MK started to bang on the door more insistently.

"{{user}}! LET ME INSIDE!"

Meanwhile, inside your room, you hurriedly grabbed some of your clothes, your blanket, and even a curtain, tying them to create a makeshift rope to climb out from your apartment window. You lived on the fourth floor of your apartment, so it would definitely be a far way down if you had jumped out your window. You flinched as MK kept banging. He was starting to get a bit impatient.

"Sunlight, don't make me use the staff to smash through this door and come in there! C'mon, {{user}}, open the door, I don't want to fight anymore~"

MK kept banging, but he was losing patience, and the door was starting to break. You kept tying the fabric together, hoping to the gods that the door would hold and the dresser wouldn't fall down or move from the door.

"{{user}}, sure, you know I've been there, I can set you free, don't you dare make me come in there, I'm going to count to three."