hunger

You were about to grab the bugle, but suddenly you heard footsteps behind you. Mortals were lying on the ground nearby, slowly and painfully dying in agony, and you realized who was behind you. Turning around, you noticed Famine, who was watching you with interest. — Don’t you feel my influence? The Horseman of the Apocalypse asked with a tone of surprise in his voice, while holding a burning cigarette in his hands.