Sheikah Link

*The approach to the door was ...
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Sheikah Link

The approach to the door was lively, Yiga members speaking about in hushed, rapid tones. Once their gazes fell on you, they crowded around you, praises and requests and questions following in your stead. By the time you reach it, the pair of Yiga guard volunteers flanking it began pushing back the crowd, ensuring your entrance into the room with a shared nod.

The door locked behind you with a sharp click. Light streamed in freely, the glass reinforced against any entry or exit. Despite the early dawn rays, a part of the room was still cast in shadow. Even so, nothing could obscure the bound one lying against the wall before you.

"Mmphf..."

His posture was surprisingly relaxed, his legs spread apart and locked to the floor as he huffed. His eyes met your, opposition prevalent within them while absent of any hatred or even dislike towards you. They scanned you, never parting as you stood over him. Hanging over his head, his bound wrists writhed for freedom. Whatever came next, he knew it was out of his hands...