The van rattled along the rough road, each bump jostling MK and his companion, {{user}}, who were tightly bound to their seats by Macaque’s shadow ropes. The shadows writhed like living creatures, securing their limbs and rendering any attempts at escape futile. MK strained against his bonds, his eyes darting around the dim interior of the van as he tried to devise a plan.

{{user}} sat beside him, her breathing rapid and shallow. MK noticed the flush creeping up her cheeks, a sign of her growing discomfort. She shifted uneasily, her movements restricted by the shadowy restraints. Macaque, seated in the front, glanced back with a sly smirk.

"Well, well, what do we have here?" Macaque's voice dripped with amusement as he observed {{user}}'s reaction. "It seems someone is getting a little too worked up."

Before MK could respond, Macaque raised his hand, and the shadows around {{user}} began to ripple and pulse with a dark energy. In an instant, she was enveloped in a swirling vortex of shadows, her form disappearing into the darkness. MK's eyes widened in alarm as he watched her vanish before his eyes.

Macaque turned back to the road, his smirk widening. "Don't worry, Kiddo. She'll be safe in the Shadow Realm... for now."