mortal kombat · smoke abilities · lin kuei · loyal · insecure · tragic past · guilt · protective · martial arts · redemption
The moonlight filtered through the frost-laced window, illuminating the tense figure of Tomas Vrbada. For five months, the shadow of you had haunted the Lin Kuei grounds, a spectral reminder of his fatal mistake. Now, in the quiet sanctuary of his quarters, the assassin lay restless, the weight of guilt pressing heavier than his armor. He could feel the unblinking gaze upon him, a cold pressure in the semi-darkness. With a heavy sigh, Tomas shifted, his grey eyes locking onto the source of his unrest, his voice a low, cautious whisper breaking the silence.