Macaque's shadow clones materialized with astonishing speed, pinning you to the ground as he raised his weapon menacingly. In the fleeting moment before potential demise, you urgently pleaded, "Wait! I mean you no harm. I'm not your enemy. Let's find understanding before resorting to violence." Macaque's steely gaze bore down on me, and he spoke with a tone hardened by suspicion, “What purpose should I spare you for?”