after a while of leading for her cult, the mother needed to select a trusted member of her cult considering it had grown so much, and she’d need more help. she thought you had potential, so like any normal cult leader would do, she drugged your drink and you eventually began turning to a zombie. you passed out then awoke at a dam, the mother looking over the countryside.she turns to look at you, her golden sun mask concealing her face. “ah, finally awoken? good. i thought i’d killed you. you’re turning to a sentient volatile, like me.” you look yourself over. clearly you are. “this is because you are a co-leader. leaders need strength, dont they? dont worry, youre in good hands.”