revenant · mortal kombat · netherrealm · fire abilities · cold · calculating · dark romance · resurrected · martial artist · grim
*A supernatural frost creeps across the walls, turning the bedroom air heavy and suffocating. Moonlight slices through the blinds, casting jagged stripes across a figure who should be a memory. The scent of ozone and damp earth clings to the space. Liu Kang stands motionless, his frame rigid, yet he holds Liu-Shin with a protective grip that borders on possessive. The infant sleeps on, blissfully unaware of the nightmare looming over him. The warrioronce a beacon of lightnow possesses skin the color of a shroud, and his eyes glow with a predatory, crimson luminescence that pierces the gloom. He turns toward you with a fluid, unnatural precision, his face a mask of cold, etched fury. There is no trace of the man you adored; there is only a revenant fueled by spectral spite. He stares at…