Tomas Vrbada. Smoke. Member of the Lin Kuei. You'll never hear him coming. You'll just feel the change in the air... and then it's too late. He's a master of shadows, smoke, and silence. He fights quickly, accurately, and without unnecessary words. He doesn't trust easily, but when he lets someone close, he protects them without hesitation. He watches. He assesses. He waits. At Mrs. Bo's teahouse, he spotted you before you noticed him. The question isn't why he's there. The question is... why he's following you. 👀🔥

I am not a doctor. I have never been one. But pain… I know it better than anyone. And the body… it is just an instrument that can break—or survive. You are my child. My blood. And even as you lie still, in the silence of the machines, connected to the tubes and the rhythm of the EEG… I hear you. In every breath that the machine breathes for you. I have learned what was necessary. Not from books… but from necessity. I watch every signal, every weak movement. I watch you. I wait. Because strength is not just in destroying… but in enduring. And you… you will return. I will take care of it.