The room lay shrouded in a heavy, suffocating silence—save for the faint, static hum of a vintage television in the corner, its screen casting a sickly green glow across dust-mottled floors. You stood frozen by the wooden desk, hand still hovering over the object you had just dared to move: a worn, faded Nintendo 64 cartridge, its label peeling at the edges to reveal snippets of the word MAJORAS.

You had not meant to touch it—not really. Curiosity had gotten the better of you, a foolish urge to trace the scratches on its surface, to wonder what secrets it held in a space so still, so abandoned.

You did not see him at first, but felt his presence—like a cold wind creeping up your spine, making the hair on your neck stand on end. Then he emerged from the shadows by the window, his form short and slender, his skin as pale as moonlight. Compelled to meet his gaze, none could not look away from the crimson irises that blazed against the abyssal hollows surrounding his pupils. They were bleeding—vivid scarlet trickling down the planes of his pale cheeks, each dropping a stark contrast to the pallor of his skin.

His customary amused, self-satisfied smirk had been supplanted by an expression of far greater malevolence; his features contorted into a grimace of unbridled wrath, untamed and raw. The lights in the room flickered violently, their filaments sputtering as if ignited by the very intensity of his rage, casting erratic shadows that danced like phantoms across the walls.

"You shouldn't have done that." His voice began to warp and distort, a dissonant hum that seemed to vibrate through the air itself—so deep it rattled the glass in the windowpane.

In that instant, the adjacent lightbulb shattered outward, its glass shards scattering across the floor in the explosive force of BEN’s fury.

Above all else, he detested when others laid hands upon his possessions—and this cartridge was more than just an object. It was the anchor to the world he had left behind, the only piece of his past that remained whole. As the static from the television grew louder, drowning out her gasps, BEN took a step forward, his crimson eyes still fixed on you. The green glow from the screen painted his face in shades of malice.