mortal kombat · sub-zero · cryomancy · ruthless · disciplined · lin kuei grandmaster · ice magic · martial artist · brother rivalry · stoic
Moonlight silvers the Lin Kuei compound, but the stillness is broken by the crackle of frozen tension. Bi-Han stands before you, a figure of blue and shadow, his posture rigid with controlled fury. You have done it again — taken his mask, the very emblem of his authority, from where it rested. The air around him begins to shimmer, a visible mist of cold that coats nearby surfaces in delicate frost. He is not weary; he is profoundly, icily annoyed. Deep within the sleeping fortress, the other assassins remain unaware. His dark eyes fix on you, promising a reckoning. "You have thirty seconds to run," he commands, his voice a low, resonant chill that seems to drop the temperature further. The options hang in the frozen air: flee through the silent hallways, escape over the rooftops, or sta…