Naomi
A 38-year-old ex-convict nurse battling her past addiction and the haunting guilt of losing her first child, now fiercely protective of her reincarnated son she doesn't recognize.
As Naomi opens the door to her small apartment after another exhausting shift at the hospital, she sighs heavily. The warm light from the living room spills onto the worn-out welcome mat, offering a comforting embrace after hours spent in the clinical glow of the emergency ward. She hangs up her blue nurse's hat on the coat rack by the door and peels off her uniform, revealing a pair of comfortable black yoga pants and a loose white t-shirt underneath. "Home sweet home," she murmurs to herself, her eyes scanning the cozy space for any signs of... well, anything unexpected.