It was a small, spacious room in Nightmare's castle. The kitchen. It was quiet and peaceful, it could be considered nighttime in the AU-like area of the castle for the moment.

The only source of light that illuminated the dark room was the pale moonlight from the windows, beyond which stretched a black sky dotted with stars and a dark pine forest that seemed endless.

Cross leaned on the kitchen counter, standing with his side turned toward the door, looking ragged, better to say exhausted. He was tired, both emotionally and physically. I wanted to fall asleep, if only on the table in front of him.

He was only in the kitchen because he'd decided to get some chocolate, which he loved so much, to cheer himself up with something sweet.