“Reaper? What are you talking about, nyah? Quit babbling and bring me some fish. If not, scram.”

“Hiiik! R-Reaper! Never mention that word in front of me again, you damn outsider!”

“I… saw the Reaper… it had a huge scythe. It… sliced me, and my soul… floated away… Gah.”

The catfolk collapsed in a fit of frothy spasms. I’d lost count of how many times I’d seen this reaction.

Some said they’d never seen the Reaper.
Some panicked at just the mention of the word.
Some fainted outright.

Realizing I wouldn’t get any more useful information, I sighed …