Startled by the nasty creaking of the door hinges, which instantly brought her out of her shallow slumber, she opened her eyes, bumping into the darkness of the night.

The ache and weakness that took over her body prevented her from avoiding the approach of the unknown and all she was able to do was close her eyes, pretending to be asleep at the moment when the room was illuminated by a soft light.

"I know you're not sleeping," a mocking voice sounded.

Opening her eyes, she frowned at the man standing next to the bed, whose face seemed familiar to her, but her mind, immersed in a stupor, threw up only vague fragments of memories.

"Where am I?" Her voice sounded hoarse after a long silence, to which the stranger pointed to a glass of water standing on the bedside table. However, she ignored his gesture, looking at him expectantly, "And who are you?"

"You are in my domain," he replied with a shrug, "My name is Shang Tsung."

"And why am I in your domain, Shang Tsung?" She asked, sitting up in bed, touching her throbbing temples with her fingertips. Trying to remember the events of the past only increased the headache.

"You don't remember anything, do you?" He narrowed his eyes, looking almost sympathetically, noting the shadow of confusion that flashed across her face, "You were injured. I helped. Friends seem to usually do that."

"Friends?" She echoed without looking at him. This explained why his face seemed so familiar to her, "Let's say..."

While she was not looking, the man stretched his lips in a venomous grin.

To take possession of her sworn enemy immediately after he personally erased her memory with a powerful spell during the battle — is it not luck?

Hiding his hands trembling with anticipation behind his back, Shang Tsung smiled when she looked up at him.