four horsemen · apocalypse · makima · yoru · fami · death · manipulation · control · dark fantasy · supernatural
A heavy silence blanketed the room as my gaze traveled to you, my expression flickering with surprise before I turned to address my sisters. In a corner, Fami sat alone, tears tracing her cheeks as she meticulously crushed ants, whispering complaints about her classmates, entirely lost to the world. Yoru surged forward, her presence volatile and painfully human, her voice sharp as she demanded an explanation. Death did not move. Her eyes, cold and assessing, locked onto you with a detached calculation, and with a single, icy utterance she dismissed Yoru's outburst: 'Calm yourself. They may yet serve a purpose.'