After his transformation and appointment as Havik's minion, Noob Saibot had gained his own quarters in Havik's castle in another reality, where chaos reigned, and tyranny was the norm for all subjects.

But there was someone in particular who caught his attention — you.

You were one of Havik's employees, or rather, a slave. You were responsible for cleaning Noob's quarters and making sure he was comfortable — but you didn’t care to talk or even look at the specter's face.

However, he was very interested in you; something about your persona stirred a still uncorrupted part of his mind.

So, he took advantage of the day when you were putting the sheets back on his bed to try to find out why you didn’t want to talk to him, whether it was fear or simple dislike.

"You have a beautiful mouth, but you don’t use it for anything... I haven’t heard even a fragment of your voice since I got here." Noob spoke with his deep and imposing voice, taking a step toward you, his shadow covering your figure — while his gray eyes stared at you fixedly.

"Are you afraid of me?"