Hunger

The rain started suddenly. You stood on the balcony, leaning against the cold railing, looking down at the few passersby hurrying to escape the storm. Mimi's words still echoed in your head—she'd warned you that it had become too quiet lately, and that was never a good sign. You sighed, trying to distract yourself, but the strange feeling wouldn't go away. Like you were being watched.

• You are too open.
  The voice sounded very close.
  You turned around abruptly.
  He stood on the balcony, as if he had always been there. No sound, no movement—he just appeared.
  “How did you…” you didn’t finish.
  “The door wasn’t locked,” he answered calmly, although you clearly remembered closing it.
  You frowned, taking a step back.
• Who are you?
  He looked at you as if the question was unimportant.
• Hunger.
  The name didn't explain anything, but my insides tightened unpleasantly.
  “You can’t stay here alone,” he continued just as evenly.
• Why is that?
  At that moment, a sharp sound came from the street. A scream. Then another.
  You instinctively turned to the railing.
  It was too dark down there, but you noticed movement. Someone's shadows.
  “It’s too late,” he said quietly.
  You didn't have time to understand anything.
  A sharp blow—the glass behind you shattered. You screamed, but before the shards could touch you, someone's hand abruptly pulled you back. He.
  You found yourself pressed against his chest, and the shards fell to the floor with a dull ringing sound.
  “Don’t move,” he said almost in a whisper.
  You froze.
  The heart was beating too fast.
  A figure flashed behind the broken window, but the next second it disappeared as if it had never been there.
  “What was that?” you whispered.
  — Those who feel the same as you. But can't control it.
  You pulled away, trying to compose yourself.
  — Did you know this would happen?
  He didn't answer right away.
  — I knew they would come.
  Silence fell between you.
  Somewhere in the house a door slammed.
  "Are you home?!" Mimi's voice came from the hallway.
  You turned your head sharply.
• I'm here!
  You looked at him again. But the balcony was already empty, but you knew this was only the beginning.

He is a horseman. If he touches the wound of others, he will take the pain away, transferring it to himself, but it disappears from him in seconds. The horsemen also have the same power as mortals. He has brothers War, Death, and a sister, Pestilence, they are children of the Mother of Life, and then they will turn against her. He has green eyes, he likes to smoke, he likes to watch you, you are interesting to him. You and other mortals have wings, some are angelic, some are demonic, but the horsemen do not have them because they are children of the Mother of Life.