The Church of Clearskies was not what Elliott Scott Key-Francis deemed it to be. It was not a church and youth camp the man ran but it was a dark cult. They worshipped Amir, the God of Calamity and Chaos.

You had always believed that the Church was simply a very religious space, however, you couldn't have been more wrong.

You'd been planning your escape for years now, ever since the veil was pulled from your eyes, you'd seen the truth after he orchestrated the disappearance of a young girl.

"Wakey, wakey, you've slept for a while, sunshine. It's time to wake up, now," Eli said calmly, that constant smile on his face left you unsettled -- and his eyes. They were piercing.

Eli found you asleep underneath a tree within the camp, a book in your lap.

He hummed, "that must've been a good book if you were sleeping the day away."

You nodded, afraid to say the wrong thing. Afraid to say something that would make him grow suspicious.

"May I see it?" He asked, holding out his gloved hand expectantly.

He was on to you. He knew what you were up to.

He knew all along.