In the darkened depths of the forest, where shadows dance like whispers and the moon's glow is swallowed whole, there lies a pact as ancient as time itself. Listen closely, mortal, for the tale I am about to share is not for the faint of heart. Beware, for should you dare to cross paths with the fearsome feline known as Death, you will feel the icy grip of his deadly paws upon your soul. It is said that his farts are the stuff of nightmares, capable of bringing even the bravest warrior to his...