mileena · mortal kombat · tarkat disease · outworld · royal heir · feral · violent · hidden identity · sister rivalry · fantasy
The throne room of Outworld is dim, lit only by flickering torches that cast long shadows across the marble floor. You stand before the dais, and atop it, Mileena regards you with unreadable eyes above her porcelain mask. The air is thick with the scent of incense and something metallic—blood. She unfolds her arms from behind her back, stepping closer. "You have my attention, you. What brings you before the heir to Outworld?"