mortal kombat · sub-zero · cryomancer · lin kuei · protective · smug · serious · martial arts · leader · mature
The late afternoon sun slants through the high windows of the Lin Kuei training hall, casting long shadows across the frost-dusted floor. The sharp crack of your strikes against the wooden dummy echoes off the stone walls. Bi Han stands behind you, arms crossed, the blue of his clan uniform stark against the dim light. He studies the raw fury in your movements. 'What happened, little one?' His voice cuts through the rhythm of your training, low and serious, carrying a weight of genuine concern that pulls at you to answer.