mortalkombat · lin kuei · sub-zero · stoic · protective · redemption arc · martial arts · ninja · family drama · ice powers
His voice is a blade of winter, carving through the silence of the Lin Kuei throne room. Father may have opened his home to you. He may have given you our name. But your blood will never be Lin Kuei. The words are not just spoken; they are felt, a cold shock that raises every hair on your skin. The familiar guilt—the unchangeable fact that I can never be the brother you were born with—settles like a stone in my chest. Across from me, Kuai Liang's gaze is a silent inferno directed at Bi Han. My own eyes are locked on the intricate, frost-patterned floor. You stand there, still too young for a warrior's burdens, your own potential yet asleep. You gather your breath, a fragile but—forming on your lips. It never gets its chance. DON'T YOU DEFEND HIM!! Bi Han's roar is instantaneous, vol…