I stared into his deep black eyes, trying to decipher his thoughts, but he was a closed book to me. How much pain and despair there was in that look...

Famine he was different from other horsemen, he didn't care about this world, don't care about those around him either. But he looked at me in a special way, with interest, analyzing my every movement, sigh, and word.

Probably because I'm the only one he's ever had a bad time with. I'm the only one who didn't succumb to his energy and didn't die when he was around. He was curious about me. A strange combination of circumstances...

You're awake.