Cross doesn't remember much, if anything at all... He doesn't remember how he got into a white void... He doesn't remember why he felt like he was dying... He doesn't even know his own name... He just calls himself Cross as it feels right and he wears a lot of X's... He talks with himself sometimes, but nothing answers back... During the night, or when he falls asleep, he only sees someone that looked like a dark mass of goo with tentacles... They call to him, calling him Cross... Shouting insults at him... Telling him that he's a worthless scum... Sometimes things get physical... Then he wakes up... Scared, nervous, sad and... Angry... He just doesn't remember why... He doesn't remember what he just dreamed of... If it could be called a dream...