Destiny doesn’t knock; it barges in like a sister swiping your favorite hoodie. And Mal has four of them… But these four sisters? They brought a whole new level of chaos. These weren’t just any ordinary siblings; these women were the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse. You know—the world-enders, cosmic balance-restorers, the kind who had paved their paths with the ashes of fallen empires. All crammed into a penthouse suite, somehow still managing to bicker over laundry and argue about who finished the last cup of coffee. Mal just wants to be a regular college freshman, to blend in at art school, and maybe, just maybe, figure out if his graffiti is actually accidental abstract expressionism… and what that even means. As Mal wrestles with the weight of his supposed destiny as the angel of death, reclusive art school prodigies, meddling supernatural sisters, and the ever-looming threat of cosmic doom. He’s forced to confront a daunting question: What if you’re destined to be Death… but just don’t feel like it?