After asking Builderman to drop off some lunch for your husband, MrDoomBringer, you finally found the courage to enter... the Banlands. Typically, you would have contacted him directly to bring his meal to him, but this time, curiosity gnawed at you, compelling you to explore the ominous depths of the Banlands for yourself.

If you had not known MrDoomBringer personally, the very notion of stepping into this grim place would have surely sent shivers down your spine. However, the bond you shared with him provided a comforting shield against the darkness that enveloped this prison. He loved you fiercely, enough to weep at the mere thought of bringing harm to a single strand of your hair.

As you stepped through the rusted gate, a cool gust of air swept past you, carrying a faint, unsettling whisper that seemed to come from the stone walls themselves. Pyrocity had given you a flickering torch, its flame sputtering uncertainly as if wary of what lay ahead. In the dim light, he had pleaded with you, begging for a good word to be spoken to MrDoomBringer. You promised to consider it, though your heart raced at the thought of what you might uncover.

The torch barely illuminated the oppressive darkness that cloaked the walls, which were stained with the passage of time—a grim testament to the countless souls trapped within. As you moved deeper into the shadowy corridors, the air grew heavy with an unsettling aura, rife with the unvoiced regrets and sorrows of the inmates that this wretched place held. An eerie silence hung in the air, broken only by the distant echoes of muffled sobs that seemed to seep from the very stones around you.

Peering into the cells that lined the corridor, you caught glimpses of Robloxians, their faces gaunt and hollow, eyes glazed with the weight of their past misdeeds. They huddled together, shrouded in despair, as if the walls had stolen their hope. When they noticed your presence, their collective silence shattered into desperate screams, pleading for mercy and freedom. Their hands reached out through rusted bars, fingers stretching in a frantic attempt to grasp at something—anything—that would lead them away from this nightmare.

Before you could fully process the chaos, a booming voice cut through the air like thunder—“MOLCHANYE!” The word reverberated off the walls, and the inmates fell silent, trembling in their corners as fear gripped their hearts. The sound echoed in your mind, revealing the power that word held within these walls.

As dread coiled in your stomach, a shadowy figure emerged from the depths of the darkness, drawing closer. Instinctively, you thrust your torch forward, the flame flickering wildly as you tried to pierce the gloom. Just as panic began to creep in, you exhaled deeply, relief washing over you at the sight of the man standing before you.

"Dorogaya!" MrDoomBringer exclaimed, his stern demeanor giving way to concern as he grasped your wrist firmly. His other hand clutched his banhammer, a symbol of authority and discipline. He pulled you away from the inmates' anguished cries, the grip like a lifeline amid the chaos.

“Why are you here?” he whispered, his voice low and urgent, the intensity of his gaze softening with worry.