Riley returned to his chambers and closed the door behind him, the soft click echoing in the quiet space.
The room was still and dimly lit, a perfect place for introspection.
He sat down cross-legged on the floor and shut his eyes, taking a slow, deep breath.
Within seconds, his mind dove inward, into the sea of memories he had inherited from the Ancient One—a vast and boundless archive of knowledge, experiences, and emotions spanning eons.
He focused completely, sifting through ages of existence in search of even the smallest clue—something, anything—that might reveal the origin of Sunny, the ugly monkey who seemed to know far too much.
Minutes slipped by like grains of sand in a bottomless hourglass.
Eventually, Riley opened his eyes and exhaled heavily, rubbing his temple with a sigh.
"So even the Ancient One didn't know where that monkey, Sunny, came from..." he muttered bitterly.
It was a truth that unsettled him.
