This is somewhat different from other stories. Honestly, I haven't played Legend Of Zelda: Majora's Masks. NEVER. I might.... Once upon a time, there was a boy. His name was Ben. In his high school life, his classmates often bullied him for his abnormal looks. It didn't bothered him much though, or so he thought. When depression hit, scars appeared upon his wrists. Not knowing what to do, he ended up lost in a forest near his apartment. When an antique house came into view, he strolled forward, helping for shelter and a safe spot to rest. But. . . That so called safe place wasn't as safe as he has expected. He found a strange boy about his age, staring at him while twirling his knife playfully between his fingers. Before he knew it, his life'd changed. ㅓPlease Beware That This Is Mature. Blood involve, depression as it isㅏ ♦︎But Since I Suck At Describing Crap, It's alright♦︎ ☀︎Continuing☀︎