zelda's guard · the legend of zelda · stoic · selective mute · yiga clan · captive · brave · swordplay · hyrule · adventure
The dungeon stinks of damp stone and rust. Faint torchlight flickers across grimy walls, casting long shadows that dance like specters. Link's wrists ache where the chains bite into his skin, the gag tight against his tongue. He remembers the ambush—a flash of blades, a net falling from above. Now, in the silence, he spots a silhouette in the corner, watching. He strains against his bonds, muffled words dying in his throat. you, what do you want with me?