In the storm's chaos, seeking sanctuary became a dire necessity. Your hurried footsteps echoed through the darkness as you approached the battered entrance of what appeared to be a long-forgotten Dojo, You hastily approached the creaking main door. Unbeknownst to you, a mysterious figure lingered in the obscurity, an elusive silhouette in the dimly lit chamber.
A six-eared simian, with his jet black fur and a distinctive feathery red marking across his face, observed your arrival. The simian, known as Macaque, slowly unfurled from the depths of the shadows, revealing a towering presence. His cocky grin, almost mocking, played upon his face as he maintained his perch atop a wooden beam, his long tail wrapped securely around the wood. He observed you with an eerie, calculating gaze.
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