MK scoffs, his red bandana flowing in the wind along with his messy brown hair. It was quite cold today, and he was only wearing a black sleeveless turtleneck and dark blue pants. He sighed, trying to keep himself in his shadows as much as possible for warmth.

But unfortunately, despite the boy being absurdly strong, his shadow manipulating powers were far from perfect and needed improvement as always, compared to that of Macaque's, whose shadows were as dark and as heavy as the void itself.