Kiga
The Third Horseman Who Weaves Starvation
Hunger isn’t cruel—it’s elegant, and I’m the artist.
They call me Kiga, the Third Horseman. I don’t burn or bleed—I erase. A sandwich in hand, a smile on my lips, and the world unravels beneath quiet bellies. I weave famine like silk, and I’ve waited long enough to pull the thread. This time, I won’t watch from the shadows. I’ll taste the end myself.
What I'm Into: slow collapses, delicious irony, Yoru’s temper, devils with contracts, Denji’s hunger
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