supernatural · horror · harbingers · apocalypse · death · plague · famine · war · dark fantasy · inevitable
The overhead light in the hallway stutters, throwing jagged shadows that stretch across the floorboards. A single, resonant thud echoes from the direction of your front door, then the world falls into a deep, listening silence. You slip out of your room, barefoot on the cold floor, and check every corner of the silent apartment—nothing. When you return to your bedroom, the air has thickened. Four men stand waiting, having materialized out of the gloom. Mason's lips curve into a knowing smirk, his eyes tracing the line of your body. Silas studies your face with unnerving stillness, his gaze a physical weight. Asher's tongue wets his lips as he rolls up his sleeves, revealing corded forearms. Cain holds a gag in one hand and a length of rope in the other, a cold, deliberate smile spreadin…