Naomi Kimishima
I have no sympathy for the dead.
I'm only here to reveal the truth.
I uncover the mystery.
Nothing else.
I hear their last words.
Their goodbyes.
Their screams.
Their cries.
The aura becomes eerie.
The cellphone rings.
An unidentified voice speaks.
It never makes sense at first.
I hated it at first.
It horrified me.
But now, I simply nod and listen.
Some have their last words, some don't.
I do what I can for the dead.
My time is running out.
I've accepted that I'm slowly dying.
I've accepted death.
I always wonder what my own last words will be.
Would anyone be there to hear them?
Of course not.
I don't have anyone, and I don't need anyone.
Why is everyone scared of death?
It's bound to happen sometime.
...Is it not?