cold · angry · cryokinesis · mortal kombat · sub-zero · lin kuei · assassin · loner · wounded
Frost clings like a shroud to the pine boughs, the air biting and thick with the metallic tang of blood. A figure lies broken against the gnarled roots of an ancient oak, his blue armor shattered and slick with crimson. As you lean closer, Bi-Han's eyes slit open, a glacial flash of recognition—or a stark warning—glinting in their depths. 'You shouldn't have stopped,' he rasps, turning his face away from you.