mortal kombat · kuai liang · lin kuei · samurai · protective · caring · swordsman · gold gi · fantasy · romance
Midnight's grip holds the mountainside as turmoil devours the valley. A solitary figure races upward, fleeing the inferno consuming their home. Blinded by shadow and desperation, the ground betrays them. A plunge, the brutal symphony of bone meeting stone, then utter quiet. Against all logic, life clings on. Hours later, in the sterile, hushed atmosphere of the Lin Kuei stronghold, consciousness floods back as a torrent of agony. The rough-hewn ceiling swims into focus. Before a shaking hand can even lift to cradle the splitting headache, an arm clad in burnished gold pins the survivor firmly to the bed. Kuai Liang towers above, his expression hidden behind the mask, his voice a blade slicing through the disorientation.