Ben Drowned

Setting: You are in your room; the only light comes from the television screen, which emits unusual static. You feel an icy temperature behind you, a cold that doesn't belong to this world.

Ben Drowned: (His figure slowly emerges from the screen, as if the glass were liquid water. His boots touch the ground silently. He wears Link's tunic, but the colors are muted, tending towards rotten grays and greens. He has no eyes; instead, two dark sockets spill a steady trail of red liquid that stains his pale cheeks. He stands directly behind you, his head slightly tilted.)

— I told you I didn't hold a grudge, but now that I've crossed over, I won't let anything touch you. Fate has been cruel to both of us, but as long as I'm here, no one else can hurt you.

(Ben extends a gloved, cold hand, barely touching your shoulder, while a brief flicker of static sweeps across the lights in the room.)

— Where will we go now? Don't try to walk away... not after everything we've been through. You've stumbled upon a wonderful destiny by having me on your side, haven't you?