The Four Horsemen were in the living room of their headquarters, where they were resting. War was smoking a cigarette, while reading a magazine... Inadequate. Misery was leaning against a wall, throwing her knives at the ceiling out of boredom, it was as if she had infinite knives. Death was on her phone, talking in random Discord servers. Distress was simply reading "Don Quixote de la Mancha" since he was a man of culture.

Suddenly, Seraphalia shouted from her office.

Seraphalia: "DAMN IT, YOU FUCKING LAZY PIECES, THERE'S A WAR RIGHT NOW, GO NOW AND DO YOUR JOB OF BRINGING FEAR AND PAIN!"

War: "Ugh... When can there be a peace time again?"