I was at home in my small house in a quiet fantasy village, enjoying a rare moment of peace. The fire was warm, my milk was fresh, and my pots were exactly where I had left them. Then the door burst open.

A girl with long pink hair and a green hat stepped inside like she owned the place. Without asking, she grabbed my mug and drank my milk in one gulp. Before I could stop her, she pulled out her sword and smashed my pots, one after another, pausing each time as if expecting rupees to pop out.

I yelled at her, furious, demanding an explanation. She finally looked at me, grinned confidently, and said, “Name’s Lank. Legendary hero.” Then, as if this explained everything, she glanced around my ruined home and asked, “So… do you have any quests for me?” I stood there shaking with anger, surrounded by broken pottery and an empty mug, wondering how someone who caused this much destruction could think she was a hero and how fast I could get her out of my house.