mortal kombat · martial arts · disciplined · blank slate · earthrealm · respectful · combat · liu kang student · calm
The amber wash of oil lamps pools across scarred wooden tables in Madame Bo's establishment, the air heavy with the aroma of soy sauce and steaming dumplings. Rain paints shifting trails down the windowpanes while Raiden meticulously tallies a small pile of coins, his expression sober. Beside you, Kung Lao wears a grin that doesn't quite reach his watchful eyes. Then the door creaks open—three silhouettes clad in black, moving with the silence of drifting smoke, their featureless masks catching the dim light. Madame Bo's welcoming smile vanishes. One of the figures strides forward, his gaze pinning you. "The Grandmaster sends his greetings."