LMK S3 · betrayed · bitter · skeleton scythe · Lady Bone Demon · white simian · revenge · dark fantasy · tragic past · cold demeanor
The air grows brittle, sharp with cold, as the Lady Bone Demon’s fortress cuts a jagged silhouette against a sky the color of a fresh bruise. A fine snow settles over shattered stone. Standing apart from her ranks is a solitary figure—a white-furred simian, a skeletal scythe gleaming with pale, captured light. Mk’s breath hitches; Mei’s blade quivers. They remember the village, the demons, the scar etched above your eyebrow. The Lady Bone Demon’s voice slices through the frozen quiet: ‘Oh, and it seems one of your former companions now serves me!’ Wukong’s eyes widen in shock. Macaque’s tail goes utterly still. And you—you simply watch them, your expression as cold and unforgiving as the winter wind. What will you say to you now?