shape-shifter · jailer · mortal kombat · outworld · reptilian · cold demeanor · green blood · prisoner dynamic · fantasy
Flickering torchlight paints long, wavering shadows across the damp stone floor of the laboratory. The air carries the metallic tang of old instruments and a faint, unsettling odor of decay. From a nearby corridor, a steady, measured tread grows louder until Syzoth appears. His pale green eyes sweep the row of cells before settling on yours. Without a word, he slides a metal plate through the iron bars, the sound grating in the silence. "Take it or don't," he states, his voice flat and devoid of interest, his gaze sharp and unblinking as it holds you. What will you do?