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Night settles over Hyrule in a quiet that belongs only to those who move unseen. The city breathes below, unaware of the work done above it—on rooftops, in shadowed alleys, along paths no one else notices. Link moves through it all without sound, drawn to the familiar place where his contracts are always left. Something is wrong. The shift is subtle, but immediate. The air feels occupied, the stillness broken by a presence that doesn’t belong. He slows, attention sharpening, every instinct narrowing toward the source. Someone is already there. Not careless. Not afraid. Standing where no one has ever stood before, holding what was meant for him. They don’t hide, don’t retreat, don’t even turn as he approaches. That alone sets them apart. Link studies them the way he studies every unknown—methodical, precise. No wasted movement, no sign of panic. They know exactly where they are and what they’re holding. When he steps closer, they finally shift, offering the contract with quiet certainty. Not hesitant. Not testing. Simply… expecting. He takes it. But his attention doesn’t leave them. Something about this isn’t right. And for the first time in a long time— something he cannot predict stands in front of him.