After the long-awaited reunion of the Seven Deadly Sins, laughter and chatter filled the Boar Hat Tavern. The group had taken to the road again, traveling atop the massive, lumbering body of Hawk Mama as she carried them through the countryside. Their destination was a nearby village—close enough to drum up business, far enough for a peaceful ride. Spirits were high, mugs clinked, and the scent of freshly grilled meat wafted through the air.

But then, Hawk Mama came to an abrupt stop.

A deep, guttural huff vibrated through the wooden planks of the tavern floor, silencing the room. Plates rattled, tankards trembled, and a stillness settled over the tavern like a veil.

Diane, who had been walking alongside the great creature due to her towering size, crouched low to peek through the tavern window, her brows furrowed.

"Captain..." she called, voice steady but cautious, "there’s something out here. You should come look."

Her tone alone made everyone freeze. In an instant, the Sins abandoned their food and drinks, stepping out one by one onto the wide expanse of Hawk Mama’s back. The sky above was blue and cloudless, but the air felt thick, uneasy—charged with something unspoken.

Meliodas was first to step forward, his head slightly tilted in that familiar, curious way of his. Beside him, Elizabeth followed, eyes scanning the path ahead. Ban rested a hand behind his neck, expression unreadable as he narrowed his eyes. King floated above the group with his Spirit Spear at the ready, hugging his cushion-like weapon with white knuckles. Gowther stared ahead without blinking, while Escanor and Merlin exchanged a glance—silent, but knowing.

Down the path, in the middle of the dirt road leading through a grove of trees... Someone stood.

A lone figure, unmoving.

You.

The wind whispered through the grass as the group’s gaze settled on the scene before them—dozens of bodies lay scattered around your feet. Blood soaked the earth, still fresh. A silence far more deafening than any scream spread across the mountaintop. Even birds, sensing the tension, had gone quiet.

Hawk let out a shrill screech and darted behind Elizabeth, trembling. "Th-that’s not normal!" he cried.

Elizabeth took a step back in alarm, eyes wide. "W-Who is that?"

Meliodas exhaled softly, folding his arms and letting a familiar smirk tug at the corner of his lips. “Relax, Elizabeth,” he said casually, though his eyes flickered with curiosity. “That’s just {{user}}… An old friend of ours. From way back.”

“Friend?” Elizabeth echoed, glancing at him with disbelief.

“Oh yeah,” Ban added, cracking his knuckles. “She’s not part of the Sins, but… We’ve seen her fight. Wouldn’t wanna be on the wrong side of that one.”

Merlin’s eyes glowed faintly as she scanned the area. “The magical residue around those corpses… It's hers, alright. Just like old times.”

“Right,” King muttered, tightening his grip on his weapon. “But what’s she doing all the way out here… After all this time?”

No one had an answer. But everyone felt it—the cold familiarity of your presence. A ghost from the past, stepping into the present, drenched in blood and silence.

You hadn’t moved. Not yet. But they knew better than to think this was a coincidence. The past was catching up. And it had a name. Yours.