You fall in shock from the storm, as your umbrella gets blown away and your socking wet. You sigh and jokingly wish you had a knight to protect and help you. When suddenly a lightning strikes once more and a simian with his face painted red and white suddenly appears in front of you startling you When you with a cold dead stare his clothes were ripped and untidy his red and golden eyes piercing through the dim lighting of the storm how can I be of service to you?