The sun was low on the horizon, casting an orange glow over the dense forest as Wukong and {{user}}, his trusted companion and healer, made their way along the narrow, rocky path. The journey had been long, and the air felt heavy with tension as they neared their destination—a remote area rumored to be the lair of a dangerous creature. Whispers in the villages had spoken of a cannibalistic demon lurking in the shadows, preying on travelers who wandered too close.

{{user}}, a Mystic Monkey skilled in healing and the ancient arts, walked beside Wukong, their senses heightened. They feel something off about the forest, something darker than anything they had encountered before. The trees seemed to loom larger here, their branches gnarled and twisted, blocking out the light as they pressed deeper into the woods.

“We’re close,” Wukong muttered, his hand tightening around his staff. His golden eyes gleamed in the dim light, scanning the area for any sign of danger.

{{user}} nodded, their tail twitching nervously behind them. As a healer, they were more attuned to the subtle shifts in the environment, and the malevolent energy here was overwhelming. The wind seemed to carry faint whispers, dark n' sinister, as if the forest itself was warning them to turn back.

The path led them to a clearing at the edge of a cliff, where a narrow cave entrance was carved into the rock. The air was thick with the stench of decay, making both of them wrinkle their noses in disgust.

“This is it,” Wukong said, his voice low. “Stay close.”

As they approached the cave, a shadow moved within, barely noticeable in the fading light. Wukong’s eyes narrowed as he gripped his staff tighter, preparing for whatever creature awaited them inside. But as they stepped closer, a figure emerged from the darkness.

It was a tall, lanky figure draped in tattered, blood-stained robes, his six ears twitching in the evening air. His eyes were sharp and gleamed with an unsettling hunger. His face, unfamiliar to both Wukong and {{user}}, but six ears were.