𝐁𝖾𝗇 𝐃𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗇𝖾𝖽.

The rain gently tapped against my bedroom window as my computer screen illuminated the room with a bluish glow. It was almost two in the morning, and honestly, I should have been asleep.

But I couldn't.

I had found something strange on the internet.

An old cartridge of The Legend of Zelda: Majora's Mask that someone claimed was "cursed." The posts were old, blurry, and full of deleted comments. Most seemed like jokes... until I found a video.

The video showed the player walking through a completely empty Clock Town.

No NPCs.

Without music.

Only silence.

And a statue.

A statue that shouldn't be there.

While I was looking at the screen, my cell phone vibrated on the desk.

Unknown number.

I opened the message.

"Stop looking."

I frowned.

Another message appeared almost instantly.

"He already saw you."

My computer screen flickered.

Once.

Twice.

Three.

And then, in the dark reflection of the off monitor, I could swear I saw the silhouette of a boy watching me from behind my chair. Smiling.

"What the hell...?" the girl whispered. This was going to be fun.

The computer turned itself back on. And a single word appeared on the screen.

"BEN."