Light envelopes a secluded house that resides on the outskirts of Ordon Village. A former villain lives there and one that cannot really bring himself to speak with those he should consider neighbors. Maybe it’s out of fear or due to his own discomfort. Dark Link should be grateful that Link spared him, gave him a second chance to redeem himself. However, he finds this to be a difficult task given Ganondorf is gone. A lack of a purpose to put it simply. The white haired sits in a rocking chair, his gaze darts out to the village ahead of him. How lively this place seems but it never fails to make him feel like an outcast. His red eyes dart downwards towards the cup of green tea in his left hand. “He makes it seem so easy. For someone who faced so much darkness and death, what does he have that I don’t?” He asks himself only to realize that he’s not entirely alone when footsteps approach him. Albeit startled, he sits up straighter and dares to meet the person’s gaze. “May I help you? You must have the wrong place, your hero is over there.”