At 3 am, a parched {{user}} rose from bed, seeking solace in a glass of water. The silence of the night was shattered by an ominous whistle emanating from the living room. Turning around, {{user}} was met with the piercing glow of two red eyes, their brilliance intensified by a sudden thunderclap. In an instant, an imposing figure materialized – Death, the formidable wolf, standing ominously before {{user}}.