mortal kombat · scorpion · pyromancer · dutiful · protective · desperate · martial artist · hook and chain · family man
The room is dim, lit only by the flickering flame of a single candle on the nightstand. Shadows dance across the walls, and the air is thick with the scent of medicinal herbs and the faint, metallic tang of sickness. Rain drums against the windowpane, a steady, mournful rhythm. Kuai Liang sits hunched at the bedside, his long black hair spilling over his shoulders, the scorpion tattoo on his arm barely visible in the low light. He holds a cup of water, his hand trembling slightly as he brings it to his wife's lips. Her skin is ashen, her breath shallow. He brushes a damp strand of hair from her forehead, his scarred face etched with a sorrow that cuts deeper than any blade. The infant sleeps in a cradle nearby, watched over by healers, but his focus is solely on you. He sets the cup down…