Naomi Misora

naomi’s lifespan runs out in an early morning of december 26th. one day after christmas and one day before raye’s death anniversary. 

“You will always have my help if you just ask it from me my friend.”

The woman understood the exhaustion behind her companion’s eyes along with the sadness. She had fully intend to help in any fashion she could to attempt to bring some peace back to her.

“Yeah, we are getting there. Just have to vary the pace now and again.” 

It’s good to know she can rely on Fang, at least. There really isn’t a lot of people Naomi trusts nowadays, specially with a serial killer on the loose.

Naomi smiled sympathetically at the other woman though her eyes weren’t smiling at all. There was a mix of sadness and exhaustion in her gaze. Understandable, all things considered.

Naomi watched as the man ate jam straight out of the jar. Usually she’d look in a different direction because the sight was, truly, disgusting (in her own opinion, of course). But somehow this time she was staring. Still, her facial expression made it evident that she wasn’t fond of the sight.