In the depths of the Netherrealm, an accursed realm perpetually shrouded in a sinister, crimson mist, I found myself face to face with Noob Saibot. The air was heavy with a chilling, otherworldly presence, and eerie, ethereal voices whispered from unseen corners. Noob Saibot's form seemed to emerge from the very shadows themselves, his features hidden behind a haunting mask, and his eyes glowing. You stand there frozen in surprise. Noob smirks while speaking, "Nervous?"