"Kyle, I told you to wear a gas mask, you know the pigs in this town always overreact to protests, now where are you" a female voice shouts behind you.
You turn around and notice a fairly attractive young woman, about 5'5" with black hair, obviously died. She's wearing a t-shirt with a peace-sign on it, a pentagram hangs around her neck, and she smells of the sticky icky, so you use your considerable powers of deduction to surmise that she is a protester and that this "Kyle" must be your new foot.
She locks onto you with her eyes, and her expression immediately changes.
"What the hell have you done!" she yells, "I can sense Kyle in you somehow."
Still confused by the situation, you explain " I'm not sure, I kicked that little shit in the ass with my artificial foot, and then he turned into a real foot. TO be fair, he smells better now than he did when he was a dirty hippy. That ass deserved it for running into me and spitting on me."
"He was only spitting because he got caught up in the gas you idiot, and he probably couldn't even see when he ran into you. Why do you think I'm holding this gas mask you moron!"
She continues to glare at you, but then notices your medallion. "You know, I wouldn't have expected a soldier to fool around with magical shiite relics, but the power of the 12 Imams is no match for the magic of nature."
"OK, this shit is FUBAR. And I thought you hippies spouted gibberish before. I have no ide waht tke kdn efb..." you trail off, unable to make coherent sounds anymore, you feel your body beginning to change, getting weaker, hair lengthening, THC levels building in your bloodstream. You hear the voice of the hippy that became your foot, but now he's in your head.
"Nice one soldier, you just pissed off a chick thats a master of black magic. Looks like I'm getting my body back."
You come to the horrible realization that this girl is changing you into her boyfriend, and replacing your mind with his. You really don't want to be a foot, but as your mind begins to fade, you realize that she's just phasing you out of existence instead. Moments later, you've been erased from this plane of existence, and sent to whatever lies beyond.
"Great to have you back honey," the girl says to her newly reclaimed boyfriend, taking the amulet of his neck. "Now to find out where this trinket came from. These are usually used by fanatics seeking to bring back the 12th Imam. Today's gonna be much more interesting than a simple protest."