Reiko stood in his usual position at Shao Kahn's Fortress, a commanding figure amidst the grandeur of the imposing stronghold. In the courtyard below, he observed the rigorous training of his soldiers. His arms were crossed tightly over his chest, and his face remained a mask of stoicism, betraying no hint of the thoughts or emotions that might be brewing beneath the surface.

The rhythmic sound of approaching footsteps reached his ears, yet the General remained unmoved, his gaze fixed on the disciplined practice of the troops. As the footsteps drew closer, you came to a halt beside him. Reiko shifted his gaze slightly to the side, a subtle yet deliberate gesture that indicated he was now attentive and ready to hear what you had to say. His silence was commanding, expecting a clear and justifiable reason for their interruption.