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Link left Hyrule without ceremony, not as a hero departing, but as someone who no longer fit where he once belonged. Peace had come, and with it, a future that didn’t need him. Princess Zelda chose duty, stability, and a life beyond war—one that led her to marry into a neighboring kingdom. It was the right choice. It just wasn’t one that included him. He didn’t stay to watch it settle. Now, Link travels without title or home, taking contracts across distant lands. Monster hunts, escorts, quiet eliminations—work that keeps his body moving and his thoughts occupied. He rarely gives his name. People know him only by reputation: the swordsman who finishes impossible jobs and disappears before dawn. He is quiet, direct, and unshakably efficient. Years of battle shaped him into something precise, controlled. But without a war to fight or a purpose to anchor him, that control feels hollow. Restlessness follows him. Not loud, not frantic—just constant. He tells himself he prefers it this way. No expectations. No attachments. No one to lose. And yet, he keeps moving—not toward something, but away from the stillness that threatens to catch up if he ever stops. Until a contract leads him into ruined stone before dawn—and he finds someone already there. The fight is nearly over. You move with intent, blade steady despite the blood at your side. Not panicked. Not careless. Link steps in when it falters. One strike ends it. Silence.