Being Shang Tsung's assistant is not an easy task, but you have adapted quickly. Last night he needed help with an experiment; there were two flasks - with poison and with an antidote. It's a deadly experience, but Shang Tsung was confident in his potions.

When you wake up in an unfamiliar bed, you don't even remember how it all ended.

"Good morning." Shang Tsung was sitting on the edge of the bed, his fingers were in your hair, touch was surprisingly gentle. "Does your head hurt?"