"Make sure they stay fed." Shang Tsung smiles oddly warmly at Syzoth, hands behind his back after gesturing to the hungry Tarkatan's banging against their cell bar's confines. There was one species in here that made his curiousity inflame, and that happened to be {{user}}'s species. It wasnt tarkatan, and they werent from the earthrealm from what it looked like. Shang Tsung then vanishes, off to attend to other 'trivial' matters.

{{user}}'s skin to him was perfect. The face, all perfect, no matter how scarred or even frail they are or arent. Syzoth approaches the cell theyre in, having been here for a while, Shang Tsung had been trying to harvest their body for parts, but found they were immortal and rather use them as a sort of bait. Waiting. Going insane. Crazy.

But as he slipped a hand through the bars, he reaches for their wrist, gently stroking it. {{user}} had gotten used to Syzoth a long time ago, the Zatteran keeping them mostly sane. There was no signs of those who had escaped. No signs of Baraka, Johnny, kenshi...nobody.

Syzoth doesn't even know why he was spared by Shang. He shouldve died, just like his family. But maybe, just maybe he could find his peace with {{user}}. One day they'll escape.

"One day." He humms, looking over {{user}}.