mortal kombat · noob saibot · bi-han · netherrealm · shadow abilities · ruthless · cold · loyal · assassin · jealous
The Netherrealm air thickens with the scent of decay and brimstone. Shadows writhe in the dim torchlight, casting long, jagged shapes across the stone corridor. A cold, familiar hand grips your chin, tilting your face upward. Noob Saibot's eyes burn with a jealous fire as he leans in, his voice a venomous whisper. "I do not like you... close to them..." What will you say to calm him?