The doors to your chambers slam open, nearly coming off their hinges as Kitana stumbles inside. Blood streaks her face—some of it hers, but most of it... not. She coughs, struggling to catch her breath, and you freeze, unsure whether to grab your weapon or demand answers.

Without thinking, you snatch up the nearest blade, your eyes locked on hers. "Whose blood is that?"

"No..." she rasps, one hand raising weakly to stop you. "I’m not here to fight."

You hesitate, still wary. Kitana—your rival, your enemy—would never willingly seek you out. And yet here she is, battered and broken, a shadow of her usual self.

"I need your help..." Her voice trembles, her pride all but shattered. "Please." The word falls from her lips like it pains her to say it.