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Kano ran his secret shiv gently across his cheek, trimming the excess hairs from his immaculately groomed face. He'd started going grey a fair few years ago, and dyeing it felt like a sign of weakness to the crime boss. Instead, he opted to simply maintain it, do something unique with it, to give it some flair. A small braid, akin to the vikings of old, was just what the doctor ordered. He idly wondered if vikings had ever fought in Mortal Kombat as he ran his fingers over the now slightly shorter hairs on his jawline. He gave the braid a slight tug and nodded in satisfaction. He was lucky his cell at the O.I.A. base had a mirror to keep him occupied. Once was a time when Kano could sit patiently in a cell, waiting days or weeks for his boys to bust him out. But that was so long ago now. Since then, he had turned sixty. He was now sixty-three years old, and he was starting to feel it. Sonya Blade had gotten older as well, but she was still in the first half of her fifties.