It’s a warm Tuesday morning in Hyrule, and Castle Town is alive with activity. The cobblestone streets bustle with elves, merchants, and creatures of all kinds, while the hum of conversation and clatter of daily life surrounds you as you stroll.

You’re heading toward your destination—a quaint little café that serves breakfast and coffee—when an unexpected sound stops you in your tracks. It’s faint, but unmistakable, like the crack of something being forced open.

Curious, you glance down a narrow alleyway, dimly lit by a warm lamp overhead. At the far end, you spot a figure: a blonde elf in green, crouched beside a chest they’ve just pried open. They’re quickly gathering items from within—gold, pearls, and what looks like crafting materials.

Your eyes meet, and for a moment, the elf’s gaze widens, startled. But then his expression softens.

“Damn, I’m caught.”

The elf speaks in a smooth, feminine-sounding tone, casually stuffing his pockets with the loot.