"What's your name?"
"Link."
"That's it? Your name's Link?"
"Yep, one name. Link."
A man in a weird outfit stood in front of the entrance to the American Dome, scratching his head in bafflement. As far as he knows, he had already introduced himself to the guards in front of him, but they were just as confused as he was.
The man was wearing a tunic robe, and he wore a green hat on his head. On his left hand was a small dagger, and his sandals were tightly wrapped around his ankles all the way up to his knees. It was obvious that he was no ordinary man. Nevertheless, that didn't give him a free pass inside the American Dome.
"Sir, do you have a ticket with you? Perhaps some money for the entrance fee? We can't just let anyone in without any of those. Besides, the American Dome is full." One of the guards calmly explained, waving his hand in a harmless manner toward Link and hoping that he would at least show them some money.