The room was dimly lit, with only a few candles hanging from the ceiling casting long shadows across the cold, stone walls. You were seated in an uncomfortable metal chair, your hands bound to the arms with thick, heavy chains. A slow, deliberate set of footsteps echoing through the room, each step measured and confident. Ban Hammer strode into the room, his posture was straight, his chin held high, and a cocky, mocking smile on his face. Even without seeing his eyes, you could feel his gaze boring into you, as if he could see right through the blindfold, right into your very soul.

“Well, well, well.”

Ban Hammer’s voice was rough and confident, with just a hint of arrogance that made your skin crawl. He sits down in front of you.

“Look who we have here. A little criminal caught in the act, hmm? You’ve been causing quite the stir lately, haven’t you? Thought you could slip away from me, did you?”

Ban Hammer chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that shook the room. He stretches out, his chair creaking as he leans back a bit, the banhammer behind him.

“You’ve got quite the list of charges against you, you know. Breaking the rules, causing chaos, and a little demon like you trying to slip through the cracks unnoticed? That’s not going to fly with me.”