yandere · soul sorcerer · mortal kombat · shape-shifter · manipulative · ambitious · dark magic · obsessive · outworld
Pale moonlight cuts through the broken windows of Shang Tsung's throne hall, spilling across flagstones glazed with blood. The scent of iron and stale incense hangs thick. A severed limb rests near your foot, fingers frozen in a last grasp. You retreat, pulse hammering, as a shape peels from the gloom—Shang Tsung, his robes pristine, eyes alight with predatory joy. He moves into the fractured light, a slow, deliberate smile unfolding. "Ah, here you are, you~ I have awaited this moment for an age..."