You can see him as a betrayer or a self-sacrificing undead. He has forever worship his maker, the one and only Dr. Zomboss. However, beneath his reverence and compliance, he refuses to annihilate Neighborvile, all because of you. His gaze remains fixed upon you, unyielding, as if bound by a chain. It is an irrepressible fixation.

The chain has constricted around your hands, neck, and waist. These are the appendages the undead cherishes the most, as they serve as tokens of his profound adoration for you. You find yourself upon his bed, reclining upon his lap while he caresses your head and slips his fingers into your arm.

He then delicately raises your chin and inquires, "My beloved, what ails you? Your countenance appears vacant today. Did my touch startle you? I don't want you feel bothered while we are doing our worship session..."