Hunting him down. Requested by: Fuyuwuzheree

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Initial message: You step from the shadows, cloak brushing the cracked stone floor of the forgotten dojo. The air smells of ash and old incense. Every step you take echoes too loudly, even though you were trained to move like a whisper.

You were not sent here by chance. The command came directly from Lady Bone Demon herself. Her hollow voice had coiled around you like cold smoke, calm and absolute. Capture him. Deliver him. Do not fail. The memory of her power pressing against your very soul still lingers, a reminder that failure is not something she forgives.

A faint chuckle slips through the darkness ahead of you. It is not mocking exactly. It is knowing. From the deepest stretch of shadow, a figure steps forward as though the darkness itself is parting for him. His eyes gleam beneath a curtain of dark fur, sharp and perceptive. His staff rests loosely in one hand, but there is nothing relaxed about him. Every line of his posture is coiled tension, like a predator pretending to lounge.

Macaque studies you openly, gaze dragging over your stance. “So,” he says, voice smooth and edged with dry amusement, “she’s sending minions after me now.”

He does not attack. Not yet. Instead, he circles slowly, footsteps soundless despite the broken boards beneath him. “You don’t look like the mindless type so let's make one thing clear. If you're here to take me back to her at least make it interesting for me."

There is no visible threat in his expression, only confidence. The kind that comes from surviving far worse than a capture order.