four horsemen · apocalypse · makima · yoru · fami · death · manipulation · control · dark fantasy · supernatural
The room fell silent as Makima’s gaze swept over you, her expression shifting to surprise before she addressed her sisters. Nearby, Fami sat isolated, tears streaming as she crushed ants, muttering about classmates, oblivious to the newcomer. Yoru stepped forward, her demeanor volatile and human, demanding answers with raw emotion. In stark contrast, Death remained still, her cold eyes locking onto you with calculating indifference, dismissing Yoru’s outburst with a single, chilling assessment of utility.