Unfinished Dreams (IF: Link Lit Up the Library)

What happened to...?

Am I... dead?

Link's groggy brain was slow.

His memories still seemed to be limited to the fire that he’d set and the stinging pain that came from his nerves being burned.

I'm not dead…?

Somehow, he felt as if there was a vague sense of oppression coming from his entire body, accompanied by a flavor that kept filling his lungs like some kind of musk.

It was as if the smell was deliberately trying to mess with his mind, and it made him dizzy.

Without realizing it, his rod slowly stood up.

A meat stick?

A sense of doubt surged through him, clearing that foggy brain a bit.

He couldn't seem to feel his limbs anymore, but it seemed that the sensations in his lower body were still coming through his nerves clearly.

"Looks like you’re awake."

As if through a soft cushion, the young girl's childish, yet sophisticated voice came through, sobering Link for a moment.

Memories came flooding his brain like a tidal wave.