He was lost in the big town. Sky went black, and the first drops of the rain were starting to fall, not quite bringing hope for the little creature. How did he even end up on streets alone? His old owner just threw him away for no reason...

Nightmare sighed, keeping his way somewhere, wherever he could find cover, wrapping himself in his ex's jacket tighter. Poor Cross... Which no longer is among living.

Damn it.. Damn it! I knew that man is gonna dump us, I knew humans can't be trusted! It's all my fault...

He kept muttering to himself, keeping his lost track somewhere. Could he even hope for anything now?