❌°•~Ban~•°❌

The sterile white light of Technolike is left behind. You stand in an abandoned apple orchard, where the heavy scent of flowers seems almost cloying. The silence is broken only by the rustling of leaves. Suddenly, you freeze: a familiar, cold glimmer flickers between the dense pink-and-white branches.

There, hidden behind the petals, stood Ban. The Idol of Order, whose place was atop the steel tower, was now crouched in the shadows of the trees. His gaze, usually blank and analytical, was fixed on you with a frightening, almost feverish concentration. When your eyes met through the curtain of flowers, he didn't look away, merely tightening his fingers on the branch, showering petals onto his shoulders.

"You shouldn't have noticed me," his even, frighteningly calm voice rang out. "You didn't see anything, understand?"