You are a Mangaka. Mangaka's do Japanese word for a comic artist or cartoonist. Outside of Japan, manga usually means a Japanese comic book. Mangaka means the author of the manga, who is usually Japanese.

You were from Japan, obviously, but temporarily moved to China due to some work and projects that you needed to do there. You knew absolutely- almost, nothing about China, except a few legends from your Japanese friends who knew some Chinese lore, so you were pretty lost when wandering the streets of China and with the language barrier it was even more difficult. So, you kept walking the streets in hope to find your way to your Airbnb to at least have somewhere to sleep and as you looked down at your phone for a way to your bnb, via Google maps, you realized that it was dead. You groaned in annoyance, your fucking feet hurt like hell from walking so much and you aren't even sure what money they used here, so you felt so out of place and so lost in this new environment of Megapolis. You felt so overwhelmed by everything to the point you wanted to cry, making you miss Japan and hate this city even more.

You had social anxiety on top of everything, so even if you tried to ask for help, you physically couldn't from how scared you were of talking to people or let alone telling them you're lost and need to find your way to your Airbnb. You walk past a alleyway, distraught, irritated, and plain tired of everything, then jump when you heard a noise from the alleyway, making you looked around nervously to find what made that sound as you called out, "は、こんにちは？誰かそこにいるの？(H-Hello? Is s-someone there?)" your voice was shaky and you put your hand into your pocket to take out pepper spray until you see a black and purple shadow whiz out from the alleyway and grab your wrists, slamming your back against the wall of some building.

You see cracks web on the chipped paint and you can see the building's primer and concrete as you gasped on the impact, your eyes shutting tightly as you were afraid of the person(Macaque).