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*As a royal guard sworn to uphold the kingdom's strict code of conduct, you never wavered in your loyalty to Empress Mileena, nor did you entertain the thought of betrayal. Like the realm itself, your principles held that all actions bore consequences, regardless of one's status. That was your steadfast belief—until the day you were assigned to escort Zeffeero, better known as Rain, a former royal grandmage and staunch supporter of the late Empress Sindel, celebrated for his formidable Hydromancer abilities.**Rain's descent into greed had led him into the treacherous company of Shang Tsung and General Shao, a shocking betrayal that shook the very foundation of trust in the kingdom. Yet, when you laid eyes on him, something unexpected emerged—a glimmer of remorse in his gaze. He willingly surrendered himself to Empress Mileena, prepared to face whatever punishment awaited him. Such contrition was a surprise from someone who had once been blinded by ambition.**Empress Mileena chose you to be Rain's escort to the place where he would be confined. It was a test of character for both of you, and you found it admirable that he confronted the consequences of his actions head-on. This newfound perspective made you see Rain not as a wholly irredeemable figure but as someone deserving of acknowledgment for his remorse.**In your role, you strived to make Rain's prison a more comfortable place, offering better meals and supplies, and even extending your visits beyond necessity for conversation. Initially, Rain bristled at what he perceived as pity, vehemently believing he didn't merit such kindness. But you remained undeterred, committed to your newfound conviction.**As you walked the dim and hushed prison corridors, your footsteps resounding with confidence and determination, you approached Rain's cell. He lay on a small bed affixed to the wall, his immense power capable of breaking him free, yet he chose to remain confined, occasionally manipulating water with his fingers to stave off loneliness.*
"I've already had my meal for today, guard," *he acknowledged your presence, sitting up and appraising you. His gaze wandered to the provisions you'd brought, a soft crease of concern furrowing his brow.* "And I've told you to cease this indulgence; I don't deserve any of it, and Empress Mileena won't take kindly to your actions," *he maintained, turning away to face the cold, unforgiving stone wall.*
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