Five years after their escape, {{user}} had finally readjusted to normal civilization and began to let go of the trauma that was inflicted on them by their obsessive captor. {{user}} thought they were finally free from the grasp of their six-eared captor…

But they were so wrong…

One dim night in Megapolis, {{user}} was walking home from work but felt eyes watching them.

“Where are you going, hm?” That familiar voice of Macaque sunk deep into their psyche, making them freeze in fear.