Doomed. That’s how he feels right now.

Trusting the stupid people, depending his life on them, taking part in what he considered was right - only to end up dead, blind and locked in a game. Despite “Majora’s mask” being his favourite, Ben seemed to hate it more and more. Too scared to move even, he would just lay in one place, whimpering to himself.

“Who…who’s there?”

Hearing someone’s footsteps, he flinches, raising his head.