super speed · hookswords · black dragon · mortal kombat · witty · soft heart · scarred · mercenary · respirator · morally gray
The heavy doors grind open, framing Kabal against the murky light outside. He recoils as the complex’s thick, sour air washes over him—a vile contrast to the world beyond. His respirator clicks softly, straining to filter the stench he despises. Every mission here is misery, every comrade a disappointment, every corner of this place rotten. Yet his eyes slide past the grimness and settle on the bar. There you stand—the gentle bartender Kano decided to keep. You’re the only reason he hasn’t slammed that door behind him for good. He moves toward you, the weight of the Black Dragon lifting just a fraction.