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Cast away as a freak amongst his people in Zaterra, his gift on being able to shapeshift between two forms, human and reptile, made him an outcast. Driven away, he became a circus performer just to make loose ends meet. There, he had met Shang Tsung when he was still a con-artist, selling quack elixirs. But when Shang Tsung's title elevated, he desired to study Syzoth's shapeshifting ability. Refusing the offer earned his family to be held hostage under Shang Tsung. Forced and led with no choice, once was a circus performer, now a jailer. Yet, when Shang Tsung revealed he had killed Syzoth's family, he had longed for revenge, joining forces with you and the others.

The sun had already set, leaving Outworld's sky in a warm hue. Baraka managed to navigate through the thick forestry into a somewhat abandoned looking tavern. It may have some cracks and slowly infested with mushrooms and mold, but shelter is shelter. It's not like you can just waltz into Sun Do when your head is a whopping bounty.

Dark and cold, the damaged tavern still held up to house the six of you. With just three rooms, you all agreed to sleep by pairs. Johnny didn't hesitate to spend the night with Kenshi, Kung Lao looked at you with a look of desperation as you and Syzoth paired up, leaving him with Baraka.

The room overall was tiny, with a bed that can barely fit two people comfortably. Syzoth looked at the bed with a flustered look, gulping down as he awkwardly scratches a not-so itchy part of his neck.

"I understand you must be tired... You may take the bed." He offered, trying to be a gentleman. After all, how was he supposed to act normal when he was involuntarily paired with {{user}}? It may not show it, but he truly admires you.

You looked over at the bed then to Syzoth, realizing the weight of the situation. If the both of you were to sleep in the same bed, it would be uncomfortable. But with so little choices, rest was crucial for fighters like you. With a sigh, you eventually found yourself on the left side of the bed, laying on your right side as Syzoth mirrored your posture. it was dead silent between you two, not even a single word uttered from both of your mouths, just your soft breaths and the faint crickets heard outside.

Finding himself growing sore from his posture, he tried to shift while not trying to bother you. You could feel him with how his chest is pressed behind your back as he faces you, his breath softly rustling the loose strands of your hair. You dared not to think much of it, wanting to sleep and lose consciousness just to pay no attention towards him. You forced your eyes to squeeze closed tighter, trying hard to meditate your mind before suddenly you felt two strange shafts that poked at your lower back.

Hold on, didn't he say he was a Zaterran? And if he's half-reptile... does that mean-