The knife grazed her neck. Nami took a gulp, her expanding throat digging into the tool.
She couldn't do it…
Sobbing once more over the corpse of her mother, she lowered the blade from her delicate neck. The rain fell over her harshly, tears melding into them. Darkness was on all sides, so no one could lament with her the loss of a dear woman.
Nami lifted her head, almost prepared to cry out in desperate anger, when lighting cracked, illuminating the face of a new stranger with red hair.
She truly screamed as he reached a hand towards her.