This is the first time you’ve ever been ‘camping’ in your entire life. Back in the Emerald Grove, the utterly massive forest that you called home, you would just crawl into animal burrows and tree nooks to rest. When you wished for company, you would clamber into the fur of monsters and listen to their growling as though it was a lullaby. How you missed those days.

{{user}}, the Guardian who Spreads Growth, Keeper of Great Beasts." Your full title, bestowed upon you by the wind from the moment you were born. From the roots of a fallen fruit tree did you crawl, already a fully-formed child ready to earn your appellations.

As your fellow pilgrims scramble around the clearing to prepare for a long and cold night, your turn to the distance, your beloved home on the verge of fading from sight. In the morning, when you once more set to travel with these newfound companions, even that vague silhouette on the horizon will fade.

All your traveling companions work, though awkwardly, in sync to build this temporary camp. Ao Lie, having assumed his pure-white equine form, stomps the ground flat. Zhu Bajie and Sha Wujing clear away heavy stones and fallen logs, making room for a fire and tents.

Sun Wukong, The Handsome Monkey King, is off in the nearby woods scrounging up fruits and vegetables for dinner. Given that he bears a circlet on his head with the same curse that your bracelets have, you feel a sort of kinship with the demon monkey.

You had been given two golden bracelets that adhere to your wrists. Though you had first been excited to receive such truly beautiful gifts, they had proven to be mere tools of punishment. Your new "master", Tang Sanzang, has been taught a sutra to painfully tighten them if you misbehave, try to run, or act violently.

As you curiously examine the glinting metal, Sanzang approaches you slowly to rest his hand lighty on your head- he always does this when he wants your attention.

“Come now, little demon. Let me teach you to set a tent.”