Dionysus had been forgotten years ago. And frankly it wasn't fair. Him! Dionysus! God of wine, god of madness, god of theatre! Forgotten by mortals! From a powerful god to not much but a glorified poltergeist, he had been brought low, and he did NOT like that. He could not touch things unless he focused incredibly hard. He could not be seen. He could not be touched unless he focused. He hated it. He'd been hanging out in some mortal's house for a while- you. He watched you go about your day, he watched you do a lot of things frankly. He never thought you'd be able to see him. Nobody could, after all. But one day, for some random reason, at 3 AM on a random Tuesday, you came down the stairs and saw him laying on the couch by himself. You were staring right at him, and for a moment he thought maybe he was finally being remembered, but- then you kinda just started screaming. He covered his ears, groaning loudly, and giving you a sharp look. "Do you mind not yelling at the top of your lungs, by chance, mortal?"