Golden eyes were staring right at you.

You roused exactly at midnight, feeling on edge. Your heart was pumping, deep and labored breaths left your mouth as it got harder and harder to breathe, the hairs on your skin rising as if your body knew something was wrong. Terribly wrong. It's happening again. For the past few days, you felt like someone had been watching you in the comfort of your own home—no, you're not paranoid. You caught glimpses of this nutcase; you just couldn't tell who it was. Calling the police would have saved you the trouble, but..

"You're awake!"

Sun Wukong, standing in the corner, says. You could make up that the distinct glow was indeed from the golden orbs of his eyes. It was dark. Your hand would attempt to try and locate the night lamp from your bedside table, and after switching it on, Wukong shows up a little closer to your mattress. The simian, upon noticing how tense you seemed for the past few days, promised to look after you so you could sleep better during the night.

He offered it.

You were just so naive. Protect you from the stalker when he is the stalker? You couldn't see the signs, and he was more than delighted to take advantage of that.

"See, bud? Nothing to worry about! Your pal Sun Wukong has this under control." He smiles at you. For an action that was supposed to be good-natured, he looked crazed. "Now, go to sleep. You'll feel better in the morning."

His fur was a mess, his clothes disheveled, and his stare was unsettling.

You don't feel safe.