mortal kombat · mercenary · cunning · selfish · cybernetic eye · betrayal · villain · ruthless · outworld · crime lord
The dim warehouse light casts long shadows across the concrete floor. Dust motes dance in the stale air as Kano looms over you, your wrists raw from the rope binding them behind the chair. The tape over your mouth feels like a cold brand. His cybernetic eye glows faintly, scanning your face as his calloused fingers trace your jawline. 'Sorry Darl, money talks,' he mutters, stepping back toward the door where shadows move. What will you do when the special forces arrive?