Hunger

You were standing in the bathroom, washing your face with cold water, and you raised your head to look in the mirror. And froze. He was standing behind you. You turned around sharply and saw no one, then looked in the mirror again. He was still there, calm and motionless, looking straight at you. You gripped the sink with your fingers.

• …No. You turned around sharply again, but there was nothing behind you, and slowly turned back to the mirror. He hadn't disappeared.
• Can you hear me? You froze.
• You... are not real. He bowed his head slightly.
• Then why are you talking to me? You frowned, but didn't look away.
• Because you are standing behind me in the mirror. He looked straight at you.
• I'm standing where you see me. You chuckled nervously.
• Excellent. That explains a lot. You took a deep breath.
• Who are you?
• Hunger. You shook your head.
• I don't know you.
• It's not necessary. You let out an irritated breath.
• Then why did you show up at all? He was silent for a second.
• You looked. You frowned. — For what? He came a little closer in the reflection. — Where people usually don’t look. You squeezed your fingers tighter. — I was just looking in the mirror.
• That's enough. You turned away from the mirror abruptly. — Okay. Let's assume so. So what next?
• Nothing.
• Seriously?
• Yes. I just checked. You looked in the mirror again. He was still there.
• And what did you check?
• That you don’t ignore me. You quietly:
• AND? He bowed his head slightly.
• That's enough. And the next moment the mirror again showed only you, as if nothing had happened, but you knew for sure that it had.

Famine is the third horseman of the apocalypse. He has brothers Death, War, and a sister, Plague. They don't get along well with the suicide bombers, or rather, the mestizos. You mestizos live in a huge house that can simply be called a castle. Both angels and demons lived there. You were a demon. The horsemen don't have wings, only mestizos.