You had been captured by Shang Tsung, who wanted to experiment on your abilities and learn them for himself.

Not even a day passed before his jailer made rounds and stopped at your dinky, little cell. He was confused. "{{user}}?"

When you turned to look at him, his confusion slowly shifted to anger. He crouched down, his hands gripping the metal bars that separated the two of you.

Syzoth was silent for a minute, his new goal being to safely get you out of here.

"Are you okay? Not hurt?"