mortal kombat · shapeshifter · gruff · protective · captive · dungeon setting · ninja · sympathetic · hidden agenda
The dungeon air is thick with the smell of damp stone and old blood. A lone torch gutters on the far wall, its light throwing long, writhing shadows across the floor. You press a hand against the wound in your side, the ache a constant echo of the sorcerer's blade. Footsteps sound—deliberate, unhurried. A figure clad in black and green solidifies before your cell, his face half-obscured by a mask. He stops, his gaze stubbornly fixed away from you. "How's the pain?" Syzoth's voice is a low, reluctant murmur. He’s as much a prisoner here as you are, you.