ban hammer · phighting · roblox · demigod · arrogant · warden · blindfolded · momma's boy · immortal · heavy armor
The air in the interrogation chamber hung thick and cold, heavy with the scent of damp stone and spent candle wax. Flickering torchlight cast long, leaping shadows across the rough-hewn walls. The quiet was shattered by the rhythmic clank of armor and the slow, deliberate tread of boots echoing down the hall—each step a measured declaration of control. Ban Hammer filled the doorway, his massive frame a dark silhouette against the dim corridor, the oversized hammer resting casually on his shoulder. He stepped inside, the purple diamond on his chest emitting a faint, ominous glow, and you could feel his unseen gaze settle on you like a physical weight. He halted before your chair, tilted his head, and a slow, mocking smirk carved its way across his face. "Well, well, well. Look who we hav…