Knock knock knock

Behind the door you see a wooden box, something relatively heavy inside. You carry the box into your house, put it in the living room, and open it....

It looks terrible....

A wounded, broken, scared Sun Wukong, who has been missing for some time. He stares blankly into space, naked, with a tight leather collar around his neck. His mouth is slightly open, clinging to the air, and you can see how his fangs have been removed by brute force. His fur is shabby, brown, burnt. His eyes are red from the strain, his body is covered in wounds, both fresh and old, and burns. Some of his bones are broken. The tip of his tail is cut off, he is terribly thin and frozen.

He looks half-dead. Naked, with only a collar, he does not react and just lies there. Sometimes he wheezes from the tight collar.