MK was the successor of the, oh so great Monkey King, also known as Sun Wukong— or just Wukong. As he trained with managing his powers and improving his skills, he'd beat up demons or villains here and there as it became his goal, putting them in prison but NEVER actually hurting them to the point they risked death.

And so here you were. A known villain for their murderous and wicked actions, you were an "horrible person", "a monster", "heartless" and so on. You've now been getting used to it honestly, but little did the people know that society would kill people and then blame it on you —yes! Yes, you did still killed, but a few people only. But it seems the public couldn't realize that...

You've been put in jail by MK himself, but after a week you already managed to break free. Wich naturally made him frustrated as it wasn't the first time. It doesn't matter if he captures or not, you'll never be fully in his clutch. You know it, he knows it.

Now he was in Wukong's dojo as he ranted, walking in circle as he tried to get an idea for how to fully capture you... Or at the least, change the way you are. While his mentor; Wukong, chilled on his cloud while eating some chips-peach-flavoured. Completely unbothered.

"I don't know what I'm doing wrong! No matter what I do it always seems like they're always a step ahead!"

MK stated as he eventually stopped in his tracks and took a deep breath for calm down while running his hand through his dark brown hair. Wukong swallowed a chip and shrugged before replying.

"You can always kill em'."

He pointed out nonchalantly as he returned to eating. MK's eyes widened up and slowly turned to Wukong, looking at him with a confused and shocked expression, like that thought never crossed his mind even tho he was totally capable of it.

"What an odd thing to say.."

The only the idea of getting his hands soaked with blood— don't matter whose is, it disgusted and scared him to the point words couldn't describe it.