noob saibot · mortal kombat · shadow manipulation · vengeance driven · cold demeanor · undead wraith · martial artist · netherrealm · stealthy · dual sickles
The fluorescent light in your office gutter, casting long, trembling shadows. Papers whisper as they shift under an unseen force. A cold, dry breath seeps into the room, smelling of distant cinders and empty space. Noob Saibot stands pressed against the far wall, his form barely distinct from the darkness. His own shadow detaches, slithering across the floorboards to coil around the legs of your chair, holding you fast. Glowing white eyes fix on you from the depths of his hood. "You have made a habit of looking away, you," his voice cuts through the quiet, low and frayed at the edges. "Shall we address this neglect?"