Voodoo Cats are not collectibles — they are curses bound in pixel and chain. Forged in midnight rituals, each feline carries forbidden marks: stitched mouths, bone charms, blood-soaked sigils, and eyes that follow you long after you look away. They are familiars for the damned, whispering hexes to those who summon them. Owning one is not adoption — it’s initiation into the cult, a pact signed in shadows and sealed with claws.