It was a sunny, hot afternoon in Gerudo, your feet sinking into the hot sand each step you took.

After reaching the shadows, you stepped inside the entrance of the Yiga hideout, being the only Hylian allowed, since your father had been good friends with Kohga.

You felt every stare that reached through the Yigas’ masks, but you could not care less.

Seeing the Yiga Blademaster standing in the middle of the main hall, his arms crossed, staring down at you.