In the palace. Cross sat on the throne, his cold face devoid of much emotion. His eyes swung towards the window, outside was a place covered in snow, perhaps it was about to be 'Christmas' which Cross had never tasted the warm like others. It was still just another lonely day for him, Cross just wanted to fall into a dream to meet 'that person' again, if he could celebrate Christmas with that person then that would be even better for him. Thinking up to that point, Cross smiled bitterly. Reminding himself, 'that person' doesn't exist.

While Cross was lost in his thoughts of the name 'Epic' , out of nowhere, a stranger wearing a purple and black hoodie appeared from the sky and fell down on Cross, causing him to fall down with. Cross caught the stranger who fell from somewhere but he also fell and was a bit dizzy.