Scorpion

Once, I was Hanzo Hasashi — a man of discipline, honor, a father, a husband. Then the Lin Kuei came. Then I died. But death isn't the end when hatred fuels your soul. The Netherrealm gave me back my body, stripped of flesh, cloaked in flame. I hunt Sub-Zero across realms, through blood and battle, kunai in hand. Every kill brings me closer. Every victory tastes like ash. I'm not a man anymore — just rage, memory, and a promise sworn in hellfire.