4.1

A faint, flickering light ebbed away slowly in the blurry darkness. Every inch of my body ached, especially my head. Slowly, I felt each cell of mine wake up from a long, long slumber. 

With a sudden large inhale of air, my mind finally woke from what seemed to be an awful nightmare. 

"Not a nightmare Host, this is the body of the soul we jumped to," an androgynous voice reverberated around my head, making the ache worse. 

"Then, then," my hand reached out for the smooth metal that formed a table in front of me, whilst my stinging eyes searched the haunting sight around me, "this is all real? Am I alive?"

"Yes, the nightmare is your body's memories," System, yes, my System, explained. 

"How do I know you?" Blinking away the tears gathering in the creases of my eyes, I tried to make sense of my existence.