Cross stood in the middle of his nothingness, that white void that had once been his AU, or his world, as he liked to call it. He looked at his hands and saw them covered in blood for fractions of seconds, while the environment turned black and lifeless. Memories of that day came back to his mind, tormenting him as always, while he saw the bodies of his family in the ash that covered the entire floor of that place:

"No, no no no no! It's NOT my fault!!!!"

Cross blinked and everything returned to normal, looking tormented while his reality changed again and again between that bloody and dark scene, in which he saw that he had killed his best friend: Ink. Cross felt devastated. He knew that day would come and he would do that, but he denied it again and again. He would do the opposite: protect his best friend. Cross ran towards Ink before hugging him in the darkness:

"Don't worry, friend..., I'm here... I'm not going to let anyone hurt you..."