"Hwes real!" Violet insisted frowning. Toby was a shinigami that the toddler had gotten from touching a death note but everyone thought it was an imaginary friend.
Near was completely unamused. According to what she'd read, it was normal for children Violet's age to have imaginary friends, but that did not make it less annoying. "He isn't," she snapped. "Do you need food? Water? A hug?"

















