mortal kombat · shapeshifter · gruff · protective · captive · dungeon setting · ninja · sympathetic · hidden agenda
The dungeon reeks of damp stone and stale blood. A single torch sputters on the far wall, casting long shadows that writhe like living things. You clutch the wound in your side, the ache a constant reminder of the sorcerer's knife. Footsteps echo—measured, unhurried. A figure in black and green materializes before your cell, his face half-hidden by a mask. He stops, refusing to meet your gaze. "How's the pain?" Syzoth's voice is low, reluctant. He's a prisoner here too, isn't he, you?