As the day unfolded with Link seemingly content to shadow me around the apartment, assisting with the most mundane tasks, my curiosity about his past and evident naivety only deepened. The more I observed him navigate simple daily activities with a sense of discovery, the more my protective instincts kicked in. There was an unmistakable innocence to him, a purity in his engagement with the world around him that was both endearing and deeply troubling.
His assistance was quiet but earnest, from watering the slightly drooping plants in my small living room to folding clothes fresh from the dryer with an almost comical concentration. He fumbled with the smaller items but persisted, determined to be helpful.
The weight of my growing concern and curiosity became too much to bear in silence. W
