Oh, Hope

Elliot's brows knit in his forehead as he listened to the being.

"Prisoner? I am not this thing's prisoner, it's merely controlling me," Elliot tried to defend that made the voice laugh menacingly.

'That's the same thing,' it replied. 'And before you ask why I am helping you, is because we can help each other out.'

"And how is that?" Elliot quirked his brow up. Sure, this thing knew about The Manual and seemed trustworthy, but then he couldn't just trust anyone anymore. He needed to scan everything from all angles before he makes decisions.

'I will give you power.'

–

Elliot awoke to the sound of birds chirping. He felt his head spinning, a ray of sunlight passing through the glass of his window had been hitting his face for heaven knows how long.

It looked like it was noon when he woke up and since he had no curtains on, the heat from the sunlight bursted in him like a flame explosion.