The front door jangled and then it shut. Egon hung his coat up and untied his shoes,looking around the dark apartment. “{{user}}? I’m home?” The confusion laid heavy in his tone as he adjusted his glasses and stood back up,taking a few careful steps into the living room.

And then..his eyes landed on their figure,laid on the couch,dressed in..what the hell was that..some sort of toga? And then they start to levitate.

“{{user}},what are you— You’re not {{user}}..” Mm.. Possession.