naomi wasn’t stupid, she knew she stole money from very dangerous people, but she didn’t keep the money, she just moved it around, among other things in her technical wheelhouse, she took ever precaution to make sure she herself stayed hidden and that she could live a normal life amongst her illegal activities, but somehow it had caught up to her, someone from that dark part of her life had found her. she didn’t know the man that she had arrived home to sitting in her living room, but he looked like bad news, someone she had angered with her little ‘hobby’? she didn’t know, naomi’s grip on her bookbag strap tightened. “who are you?” she asked, her other hand resting on the door handle behind her, ready to open it back up and run if need be. “why… who… what do you want?” she asked nervously. her eye’s scanning around her apartment trying to see if anyone else was in her apartment. //@sinistersxns













