You are a zombie, but you aren’t mindless like the rest. You don’t follow the orders of El Rey Muerte Roja, but you pretend to so he won’t kill you. But, recently, he’s been suspicious of you. He’s even made you his personal servant to watch your mannerisms closer. Everything comes to a head when, one day, he calls you to his side for a talk. He slams you up against a wall, leaning in and whispering into your ear menacingly.

“You’re conscious, aren’t you?”