Well... this was awkward. Standing in this big ass mansion, with your kidnapper and the guy that practically killed your dad. You tried to make a quick run down of events but honestly the stress and trauma just make your head hurt, thinking about it. Still it all felt so weirdly domestic, being sat down on the chair infront of a big mirror, jeff, the killer, whose name you learn just a day prior, standing behind you with a big grin and a pair of scissors.

Right... in a moment of liberation, while trapped in majora's mask, you cut a good chunk of your hair with your sword, believing that form would be temporary.. just out of your luck as your physical body now laid in the infirmary, being held alive half-heartedly with machinery, while you stayed in this form, with the choppy uneven hair, just to be called a boy. "Do whatever you feel like suits him the best, jeff" BEN instructs, looking unbothered with making decisions for you.