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“I only realized it after Geoff came back. That he wasn’t himself,” Otto explains to Travis as he perches the camera on a bookstack. “I adjusted my mirror and he didn’t reflect: only his seat did. He also just got this headache out of nowhere which was weird for him, too. Just wished I realized something was wrong sooner.”

“Don’t beat yourself up,” Travis says. “I don’t think anyone’s first thought is literal possession when something’s off. I mean, at least you have some idea what happened to them with the reflections and mirrors and all that. It’s looking like you’re dealing with a soulless being.”

Otto sighs. “I just don’t know how this happened in the first place.”

“Doesn’t matter now.” Travis passes a plastic vial to him. “Take this. Maybe it’ll help.”

“You just have this around your apartment?” Otto asks.

“You don’t?” Travis places the vial in Otto’s palm. “Just something my mom gave me for ‘protection’ when I moved in. I just hope she was right about the protection thing for your sake.”