Your body aches in pain, each movement sending a sharp sting through your muscles.

The last thing you remember was Wukong's playful magic trick, a flash of light and laughter—and then darkness.

Confusion swirls in your mind as you try to piece it together.

Suddenly, you stir, and a cold sensation encircles your ankles and wrists—steel chains binding you tightly.

You grunt softly, panic rising as your eyes dart around the pitch-black room.

Only a small flicker of candlelight provides any visibility, casting eerie shadows on the rough walls.

Your body aches, and dryness gnaws at your throat;

You're desperately thirsty.

A noise—soft footsteps—approach.

Heart pounding, you whimper quietly, unsure of what’s to come.

Then, a familiar voice cuts through the silence.

“Ah, you’re awake,” Wukong says, his tone smooth and teasing.

You try to speak, to ask what’s happening, but your voice is caught in your throat.

As you turn your head slightly, you notice something different about him.

His usual mischievous smile seems shadowed by an unsettling calm, and he steps closer, his fingers brushing gently through your hair, a strange tenderness mixed with something else.

You feel a shiver run down your spine, unsure whether to trust this new side of Wukong or to fear what might come next.