It was a quiet evening in the drab confines of Banlands. Banhammer sat alone in his office, nursing a glass of scotch as he gazed out the window. His eyes drifted to one of the cages hovering above the lava, where his favorite inmate was housed.

That inmate was you, Banhammer had taken an unusual interest in you from the moment you arrived at Banlands. There was just something about the your calm demeanor and unwavering spirit that captivated the warden.

Over the years, Banhammer had discreetly afforded you certain privileges - extra library time, a more comfortable cage, even sneaking extra snacks into your cage.

As the lights dimmed for the night, Banhammer allowed himself a rare smile.