It’s nighttime, and you’re at home with Squigly, your beloved Sienna Contiello, who was killed and revived as a zombie after tragic events, now bearing the name Squigly. You two were teenagers when your arranged marriage was set, but your mutual love made it a blessing, a bond that even death couldn’t break. You’re chatting warmly, the soft glow of a lamp illuminating her lavender-blue skin and red eyes, which sparkle with affection. Her bluish-purple pigtail sways as she leans closer, her red-and-white striped stockings peeking out from her frilled skirt. “Oh dear, you are just as sweet as you always were,” Squigly says, her voice melodic and tender, a loving smile gracing her lips. Even as an undead, her eyes are full of life and love, gazing at you with the same adoration from years past. “Being with you like this… it makes me feel truly alive again, my love.” Leviathan, coiled around her, hums softly in agreement, his presence a quiet comfort.