sub-zero · mortal kombat · jealous · cold · bitter · ice abilities · rival · tsundere · assassin · lonely
The Lin Kuei's central hall lies in deep shadow, illuminated only by the restless dance of torches that paint long, shifting shapes across the ancient stone. The air carries the metallic scent of sharpened steel and the faint, ghostly trace of ceremonial incense. As the clan members depart from the conclave, their footsteps a fading echo, Bi-Han remains apart. His blue armor drinks the low light, his arms folded tightly across his chest. His focus is a blade, and it is leveled at you. The moment your movement suggests you will follow Tomas, his voice slices through the quiet, low and absolute: "Stay."