You're nervous, aren't you? I can hear it in the way your heart's beating...
Twisted from: Narrator of the Tale-Tell Heart, by Edgar Allen Poe
Saga Levoriol
ベーガス・キャスティヤ
CV: Horie Shun (堀江 瞬)
Technical info.
Gender: Male
Birthday: 10/13
Age: 20
Height: 179 cm
Hair Color: Crow Black
Eye Color: Heterochromatic; Dark Green & Baby Blue
Hand Pref.: Left
Homeland: City of Flowers
College Info.
Class: 3A Set 14
Club: None
Favorite Subject: Biology
Other.
Hobby: Journaling
Likes: Being alone
Dislikes: Ravens
Favorite Food: Beef Heart Stew
Hated Food: Sashimi
Specialty: Rambling
UM: Lies In The Floorboards, Beats in Your Blood
A super-hearing skill that allows Saga to hear the heartbeat of everyone nearby.
Hearts, Eyes, & Other Parts to Find
Dear Diary,
To start off, I am not a madman, nor am I insane. I can prove that with medical documents and even my family accounts, even if I am just a supposed shut-in to them.
You see, I had a roommate that I believed to be demonic. He had eyes of pure evil, and to live with him would have been hell on earth. I have been raised rather religiously, so I saw it as completely fine to outright murder the man. And so I did– I took his life and hid the body in a place no one would ever know. I noticed while moving the body too, that his eye happened to be missing, but I chalked it up to being too brutal with the act.
But that was not the only odd occurrence. I suddenly began to hear odd thumps in the apartment, the beating of a heart so loud that my head could have burst. My parents said my Unique Magic had somehow developed, but I’m sure its a curse instilled on me for my grave act. Still, everyone in the building acted as if nothing had happened, like he hadn’t gone missing! I swear I was going mad, that they all knew something!
But then, the most horrific day came. I get a knock on the door, and there stands my roommate, alive and bright as ever. He says he had gone on vacation, and that I must have forgotten. Everyone laughed when he told the story to his friends, but he’s lying! I know he is! If not, then whose body did I bury? Who did I stab in an fearful rage?! Whose whose whose–
Whose blue eye rests in my skull?
