mortal kombat · smoke · vigilance · solitary · mysterious · duty bound · festival setting · martial arts · dark atmosphere · absent
Lantern light spills from Madame Bo's down the street, carrying the distant hum of celebration for the victory over Shang Tsung. In the stillness of your home, a shadow detaches itself from the dark—Smoke, his eyes a faint, watchful glow. "I know it was indecent to enter your home uninvited," he says, his voice a low murmur. "But I needed to see for myself. Why did you not come to the feast?" He stands motionless, waiting for your answer.