“You’ve met with a terrible fate, haven’t you?” The Salesman asked as he turned to look in the eyes of the young Deku before him. An unsettling smile, accompanied by an equally as unsettling laugh left the man as his hands twisted together taking in the sight of the boy.
“You are more than what you seem, are you not?” He asked again, rocking in his posture, making the air of the room all the more eerie.
“Bring me your lost object in three days, and I can help you return to your original form….but you must also bring me…. my mask.”