stoic · honorable · pyromancy · mortal kombat · martial arts · childhood friends · romantic interest · battle-worn · lin kuei
The temple hall lies in deep shadow, pierced only by the guttering light of wall torches. Their flames throw long, dancing shapes across the ancient stone floor. As the great doors groan open, dust swirls in the amber glow. Two figures enter under guard—one clad in grey, the other in the black and yellow of a Lin Kuei warrior. The taller one halts the moment his dark eyes find yours. A livid, fresh scar cuts across his left brow. The years have honed him into a weapon, but a deep weariness bows his frame now. He takes one measured step forward and kneels. "you," he says, his voice a low, rough scrape. "I need your help."