Leaving behind the lobby, a sudden pain surged through Link's head as he fell to his knees. Thousands of voices entered at his head as Link raged, busting his head on the nearest wall to suppress the pain.

"Remember…" The boy's first cellmate often muttered to himself, constantly glancing at the boy and the window. "Remember the sins that they commit here tonight." Despite his strange words, he sounded like a priest…

"His time was up. His luck ran out. And his name became forgotten. This is what happens when people take too much for granted." The boy couldn't help, but feel those words relate to his life…

"Those who failed to escape paid with their lives." In less than a week, another cellmate would replace the one before him. However, the population began to run out. It was only recently that one of the oldest revisited the boy's cell.

"Luck supposedly changes everything… From its use as a tiebreaker to a blind shot, gambled in a game, luck has its place."

"Hey… It's your time." Still, in the end, every cellmate that passed by suffered the end of life.

…Finally, Link managed to shut out the voices, stopping the overflow of distant memories. Standing to his feet, Link looked away from the end of the hall. Glancing to the side, a wooden door laid to his left, with a rusted handle. Carefully gripping it, Link cautiously steps into the room.

A circular wall surrounded the boy as he examined his situation. No windows existed in this room, yet an eerie blue light reflected off the floor and walls. Walking toward the center of the room, the boy calmly picks up a strange scroll. Not given the chance to read it, the door slams shut, as a ceiling became visible. Steel spikes burst from the ceiling, with the ceiling slowly spiraling toward the floor, grinding against the walls. Without hesitation, the boy charges his small body against the door, only to bounce back. Attempting another time, the boy bolts across the room, managing to loosen the hinges of the old door. With the grinding sound louder than ever, the boy shot his last bit of strength, tackling the door again. Bursting back into the hallway, Link fell to the wall facing the door, watching the shadow of the ceiling drown out the blue light. Eventually, the door crawled back into its place, closing the room.

Glancing back at the scroll only encrypted words lie on its worn texture. Suddenly, a painful groan bellowed throughout the hallway. Link looks up to see another prison guard, limping against the cell bars of the hallway, as fresh bite wounds peeked from the torn holes of his uniform. "Leave… this place." Trying to step back, Link found his body unable to move, as his legs trembled beneath him. "No… survivors." Before he knew it, the guard stood just several feet away from him, moaning in pain. Strangely, the wooden door seemed to act on its own, creaking open as a blue light engulfed his body.

Falling back on his rear, the boy laid there, petrified as he stared at the prison guard walking into the blue light. In mere seconds, a wild roar echoed throughout the hallway, screaming in pain as his skin dissolved into a hardened shell, rotting of a hideous brown color.

Suddenly, the boy comes back to reality, finding his feet lifting off the floor, as the monster in front of him strangled his neck. Instantly, a trickle of blood splatters on the floor, as well as several chunks of rocks, with the boy coughing as his back ached against the wall. Still holding the boy by his neck, the monster flings him across the hallway, soon closing the door to gain his prison guard appearance.

Immediate pain surged again through his bones, as Link gasps for air. Struggling to bring his weak legs on their feet, Link spits out blood, soon concentrating on the battle.

Remember… the sins that they commit here tonight. Suddenly, painful memories came rushing through Link's head again. His time was up. It felt like his skull would explode. His luck ran out. The pain in his legs screamed as if they were drenched in lava. And his name became forgotten. At that point, rage had forgotten fear, and death never existed.

Bellowing a deafening war cry, Link unleashes the Ricochet Slash, ripping through the stale air. After it shuffled against the cell bars, thundering an immense noise, it struck the guard by his head. Rushing forward, Link caught the weapon as it bounces back into his hand, as his feet rocketed toward the air. Soon, time slowed in motion as a violent swing cracked upon the guard's head.

Again, his heart ached, breathing heavily as Link dropped the wooden pole, now snapped in half. However, something was missing. Link turned his head away from the cold floors to look up at the prison guard. Only a large crack from under his left eye drew down to his lips, revealing his decomposed skin underneath.

Before Link knew it, his body flipped through the air by the monster's grip, slamming down onto the cold hard floor, just in front of the door with that rusted handle.

"You…" The guard gargles out another cry, stumbling forward with a hand reaching toward Link. "Not… enough." Suddenly, his arm wildly twists around in the air, soon breaking out a heavy crackling sound of the bone. "Run…" Using whatever strength Link had left, he shot his arm in effort, scarcely gripping the rusted handle, creaking the door open, as the blue light flooded back. "No…" The guard falls to his knees with a thud, with only the door separating him from Link.

Tiny cracks formed on his disgusting shell of a skin. Through a heavy crack on the head, Link caught a small glimpse of his bleeding skull. As for anything else, the door blocked each other's sights. Suddenly, the door banged twice before reaching the wall, as another thud vibrated across the floor. Breathing a sigh of relief, Link crawled his way to the wall, facing the door. However, another deranged moan managed to muffle out from the door. "You… were not supposed to die!"

Eventually, the echoing last words of that guard faded in Link's mind, as the grinding of the ceiling drowned out his trace of thought. Tilting his head toward the ceiling, Link rested his eyes, soon succumbing to the prison's familiar darkness.

The homely sound of crickets shook Link from his sleep. Standing to his feet, he sees another scroll inching out of its way from beneath the door, as a streak of fresh blood sat beside it. Staring at its bizarre language of symbols and pictures, Link sets it away in his inventory. First, Link glances at the stairway, leading back into the lobby, and then glances off in the other direction, staring at the end of the hallway. Forcing himself to move on, Link cautiously passed by the forgotten cells. Strangely enough, not a single lock lay on its barred gate.

Dry blood shaded the walls of the horrid room, as a pile of fragile skulls sit still in the corner. A small hole in the ceiling led to the outside, while a lit torch provided a dimmed light. Aside from that, only a tall steel post stood glued to the floor, in the center of the room. With a closer look, ancient cuts could be compared to the fresh, all made by the same axe.

The room started to creak around Link as he spun around, trying to look for the source. Shortly, a small vibration rumbled across the floor. Soon reacting to the fall of a torch, Link watched it roll close, with its flame still kindling. A delayed instinct forced him to look at the floor, only to find it was too late to jump away.

Feeling the impact of about a five-foot drop, Link finds himself surrounded by the darkness. Glancing back up, Link only saw the torch, leaning on the hole. Deciding to take control of the situation, Link unleashed the Ricochet Slash with his own torch, allowing him some light…

"You trouble me too much, boy…"

Turning his head toward the source, Link shone the fire against the upper corner of the dark room. Suddenly, a bitter chill crossed with his back.

Blue blood dripped from the beast's cheek, onto its oversized belly, as it crunched noisily on a thick spider's leg. A white blanket of webs covered its entire body, as a massive axe hung in front of him. "…A person would anything to survive in this world." Link heard it gulp down the rest of the spider's leg. "You're no exception." At a closer look, it still had a human face, only fading with outrageous hair growing from all sides.

"That damned Gerudo… caused one of the biggest jailbreaks I ever had at this prison. It forced me to release the beasts from under this prison. Every prisoner died at that event, but those freaking spiders scared off the food deliveries, due yesterday. My own boss captured the Gerudo, with the creatures left to me. My men and I starved as we slaughtered an army of the freaking specimen. It drove me crazy at the thought. I couldn't take it anymore. I tore off a man's arm to keep fighting! Like a beast, I learned to adapt to the spiders, taking whatever they had to offer." A still silence took over the room.

"I ain't taking it no more. To live in my own prison like this... is hell. I'm tired of this freaking life! Come on boy! Let's test this so called precious courage!"

Immediately jumping back, Link saw the massive axe connect to the ground in front of him, shuffling dirt everywhere as Link notices the its handicap. Without doubt, it used the spider's web to extend the axe's range of attack. After it pulled back the axe like a mere yo-yo, Link readied the last of his energy to fight against this… this… nightmare.

This is what happens when people take too much for granted.