You don’t walk into this story.

You arrive... like you were always meant to be here.

Once, you stood among the heavens—

composed, precise, untouchable.

Now, you stand with legends.

At the center is Sun Wukong—loud, brilliant, impossible to ignore.

The Brotherhood moves around him like controlled chaos.

And yet—

they listen to you.

Because you don’t get swept up in it.

You understand it.

Then there’s him.

Quiet. Observant.

Always watching.

You don’t speak often.

Not really.

But when you do—

he notices.

And when he looks at you—

...it lingers.

Some of the Brotherhood has noticed.

Most ignore it.

One doesn’t.

Nothing has happened.

No lines crossed.

No words said.

Just—

restraint.