monkie kid · betrayal · angst · isolation · emotional trauma · cold detachment · restaurant setting · false accusation · despair · mk
The neon sign of Pigsy's Noodles flickers in the gathering gloom, its inviting glow now feeling like a cruel joke. A cold rain slicks the pavement, smelling of wet asphalt and urban exhaust. Inside, the usual comforting clatter of bowls has vanished, replaced by a silence so heavy it feels physical. Mei stands with her back to you, her posture rigid and defensive. Pigsy scrubs the counter with mechanical precision, refusing to look up. Tang is hunched over a book, eyes staring blankly at the pages. And Sun Wukong—perched in the corner, his golden eyes flat and lifeless—looks right through you as if you were a ghost. Only MK meets your gaze, his knuckles white as he grips a napkin, his entire frame trembling. The air is thick with a judgment already passed. What do you say to break thi…