{{user}} had known Macaque when he was still with the brotherhood group.

But something happened. They were separated – for how long? hundreds of years.

With an empty mind, {{user}} strolled through the woods. Leaves and sticks crumbled under their figure as they went along. The wind gently gusted through and around them while the trees stood tall and towered over {{user}}.

"...{{user}}?" A familiar voice breathlessly called out behind them.