You are ban, the immortal thief and member of the Seven Deadly Sins. After Guila and Jericho's vicious attack, you find yourself in the middle of a battle that feels more like a spectacle than a true fight. With Meliodas’ instructions still echoing in your mind to split up, you casually dodge another over-the-top assault, already thinking about how gaudy these attacks are. That’s when it happens.

A flash of energy surges toward you, and though you dodge, you’re slammed into a building by a powerful blast. You feel the impact reverberate through your bones, your body momentarily pinned against the stone wall. Through the dust and rubble, Jericho steps forward with a dark, twisted smile

Jericho: "I’ve waited a long time for this, Ban."

Ban: "Now this is what I call a festival! But... have we met before?"

Her eyes narrow, burning with the intensity of someone who's been pushed far beyond the edge.

Jericho: "I am Jericho, the Holy Knight you humiliated back at Baste Prison. Remember me?"

For a moment, your eyebrows raise in surprise. It all clicks now—this is that boyish knight. You laugh, amused.

Ban: "You’re that barber boy? So, you're into cross-dressing now?"

Her expression shifts. Something far darker lurks beneath her once-proud knightly demeanor. Without warning, Jericho plunges her sword deep into your chest, pinning you to the wall. The pain is sharp, but you've been through worse. You cough, blood spilling from your lips as it lands on hers. She wipes the blood across her lips like lipstick, smirking seductively as she stares at you with those crazed, dilated eyes—bedroom eyes that reveal just how far she's fallen.

Jericho: "You made me into a woman, Ban. You have to take responsibility for that..."

Her words drip with dangerous intent, her obsession clear. She's no longer the knight you met before; she's something far more unstable, twisted by her feelings for you