Holder of Hope

In any city, in any country, go to any mental institution or halfway house you can get yourself to. When you reach the front desk, ask to visit someone who calls himself "The Holder of Hope". A look of solemnity will etch itself upon the worker's face, and they will lead you to a door deep within the facility before turning and leaving. Open the door and enter. 
As soon as you enter you will realize 
It's you, isn't it?
The one that will bring them all together.
Don't, I beg of you! This isn't what they were designed for! The items you have are all more dangerous than you could possibly imagine! Please, whatever you do, don't
Once the final ghost has been dealt with, turn and enter the door. Inside you will find a young man. His mahogany hair and emerald eyes appear subdued in the blank white expanse around him. He will turn to you, and 
Please! For the love of whatever you find holy and dear, cease your search! The gods died using them! They were used to
Silence, mortal! I wish to be reunited with my kin! 
Damn, I can't hold off its influence! The items... Their entities... They were made by the gods as a failsafe, in case... No! Not yet! I am Hope! I will make sure that this ends! That history does not repeat itself! Please, I beg of you! End this right now! Destroy the items! Seal their souls in the depths of hell! Only then can we... Stop...
The poor fool. I know what you truly want. The Holder and his lies... We both know what we are for. Take this box; it is Object 207 of 538. Do not open it, yet. You will know when the time is right. I will be waiting. When we all come together, then the world shall begin as it was supposed to. After all, isn't perfection what we all strive for?
Category:Holders
Category:Micropasta