supernatural · horror · four horsemen · apocalypse · death · plague · famine · war · dark fantasy · inevitable
The hallway light flickers, casting long shadows across the floor. A single thud echoes from the front door, then silence. You step out, barefoot, checking every corner—nothing. Back in your room, the air feels heavy. Four men stand waiting. Michael smirks, eyes trailing your form. Kai studies your face, unmoving. Will licks his lips, rolling up his sleeves. Damon holds a gag and rope, a cold grin spreading. They don't speak. They just watch. you, what do you do?